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packed out - dolla dame lyrics

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i’ve been running up a bag, counting racks out
we [?] up in vegas, sending packs out
glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
glock in her perse, case the club with the pat down
it ain’t hard to hear your n*gga in the background
lil n*gga ain’t no [?] mack rounds
backshots make her tap out
let him reach for these chains, he get packed out

[verse 1: philthy rich]
rich as f*ck, but still never switching up
make sure it’s about money, when you mention us
lil n*gga sliding on a dummy mission
engen light on and the transmition
moms found my stash, a couple bands missing
fell out with some n*ggas, i felt back and gave them distance
no culinary arts, but i was in the kitchen
b*tch, i’m in the ginnis book for cooking the most chickens
it’s philthy

[verse 2: slimmy b]
i’m a motherf*cking savage
gucci for the shoes, monclare for the jacket
n*ggas want a verse, there’s a fee, b*tch, i’m taxing
40 flip a n*gga like a p*ssed on mattress
for any of my n*gga [?] i can’t imagine
i’m stacking, can’t see you broke n*ggas like i’m [?]
no time for a ratchet, need a b*tch on her bag sh*t
acting, slide on your block and wreak havoc
b*tch
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i’ve been running up a bag, counting racks out
we [?] up in vegas, sending packs out
glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
glock in her perse, case the club with the pat down
it ain’t hard to hear your n*gga in the background
lil n*gga ain’t no [?] mack rounds
backshots make her tap out
let him reach for these chains, he get packed out

[verse 3: dolla dame]
this one for the gang, gang n*ggas only
and i can’t call you brodie, less you shoot for me
whole lotta blue strips, i’ve been checking chicken
20 [?] stuffed inside my denom, you see how i’m living
i ran it up, me and my brodie, ho, don’t ask for sh*t
wasn’t with me shooting in the gym, i couldn’t aford a zip
now it’s designer sh*t i be in, all the fly sh*t
bust down roley, i can’t even tell what time it is
n*gga

[verse 4: daboii]
i stand out with these bands, you just stand tall
i’m in a rush to them bands, i can’t stand tall
big sticks on the glocks, we ain’t playing golf
hit a l!ck, never panic, b*tch, we play it off
he ain’t putting in no work, then we lay him off
b*tch, your n*gga taking orders, ’cause he ain’t a boss
i fall down, i get up, b*tch, i shake it off
and if i don’t got that strap, then i’m taking off
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i’ve been running up a bag, counting racks out
we [?] up in vegas, sending packs out
glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
glock in her perse, case the club with the pat down
it ain’t hard to hear your n*gga in the background
lil n*gga ain’t no [?] mack rounds
backshots make her tap out
let him reach for these chains, he get packed out

[verse 5: lul g]
big 40 get to bussing, p*ssy n*gga, i don’t thump
ten chains on my neck, vvs, i don’t tuckk
blue hunds in these denoms, young n*gga, i don’t tuck
hundred rounds in the chop, making p*ssy n*ggas run
but brodie by my side, and he stay with that mack
let a p*ssy disrespect, then a p*ssy on his back
young wild n*gga, so i gotta keep a strap
sh*t get real in the field, so it’s 50 in the mack

[verse 6 ?]
money coming fast, the more n*ggas get to hating
then they see the diamonds, broke n*ggas get to playing
[?] by my side, il n*gga tryna [?]
tryna reach for my chain, stupid boy, still lame
look in my face, and tell me [?]
can’t touch the new n*gga, [?] on the side
now i’m sitting in the [?] in a new 25
stupid ass young n*ggas, i ain’t even touched a 5
b*tch
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i’ve been running up a bag, counting racks out
we [?] up in vegas, sending packs out
glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
glock in her perse, case the club with the pat down
it ain’t hard to hear your n*gga in the background
lil n*gga ain’t no [?] mack rounds
backshots make her tap out
let him reach for these chains, he get packed out

- dolla dame lyrics

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