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90 day run - dolla dame lyrics

[verse 1: philthy rich]
40 dollar jerny, 50 at brownstone
n*gga, all these diamonds flawless, not a brown stone
new jordan 5, [?] t
five foreigns outside, you can tell it’s me
he ain’t f.o.d., if he ain’t having motion
20 dollar show, but down for the hosting
yeah, exotic [?] top selling
got a bad b*tch with me, she my top seller
turky leg cut, [?] titty, legs and b*tt
another opp got dropped, is he dead or what?
thick b*tch work at [?]
b*tch, i’m only in town for the weekend
we at camp on a friday
b*tch, these diamonds emerld cut, these ain’t [?]
air 29, but i’m from [?] 59
b*tch, i’m with fastlane, like i’m from the northside

[verse 2: otb fastlane]
h*town to east oakland, thugging in my [?]
how you paid a hundred for that chain? know that sh*t bogus
i got matchboxеs and them bags, all my sh*t rolling
[?] his head, like i’m hulk hogan
[?] murdеr charge, [?] try to make parole
[?] season, 50 different [?] i’ma take control
[?] everything you name, but they couldn’t make him fold
n*ggas always say what they gon’ do, i know them n*ggas hoes
drop a duse up in a pineapple fanta, shake it up
catch you lacking, boy, this ain’t no dream, ain’t no waking up
shooters with me, still got my pole, it’s never safe enough
[?] all focused, stack my paper up
[verse 3: dolla dame]
couple million when we in the room
i got all this out the mud, ain’t have no silver spoon
just a pot and beeker, i used to feed the tweekers
go make 300 off these lows, i got rich off reefer
i got rich [?] show you how [?]
she gon’ strip and play the net, she might swipe a visa
[?] whipe your nose, you know life is greezy
f*ck my b*tch, i f*ck your b*tch, [?]
60,000 on my wrist alone
[?] got different stones
know we play different roles, we rock different clothes
know if she ain’t have no money, she can’t call my phone

[verse 4: peso peso]
i’m jewled up, ain’t no taking nothing
i got tools [?]
[?] my shooter out in third ward, eating at [?]
[?] look in his pocket, ain’t got [?]
[?] my wrist, look at my car, b*tch, choose up
[?] truck 120, lamborghini 250
caught a stepper out and popped that n*gga, took his shoes with me
all this syrup i be sipping, how the f*ck i still got 2 pints?
[?] that i’ve been getting, man, i’m finna flood [?]
my shooter just do it, i’ma hit you with a check
i’m [?] finna serve a n*gga death
i spent a dollar on my right wrist, eighty for my left
i got your b*tch in a toiota, on the interstate with meth
n*gga

- dolla dame lyrics

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