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dolce & gabbana - pd lyrics

(yea yea yea )

(chorus)
2x
dolce gabbana
we getting dis gwala
speed race in the charger
we the realest n0body harder

big blunts when we spark up
sharp shooter no archer
in ya mouth like a doctor
writing scripts like a author

pd verse

get money f*ck up a check
we don’t care we gon body you next
my shooters stay wid dem techs
n*ggas know we up next
counting hunnids on the jet
scanner n*gga we finesse
we don’t play when it comes to the set
young n*ggas that come from the jecs
got dem red beans aimed at ya neck
thousand chains wid my rollie on
water whip wid the stove on
hunnid large in my goyard
got ya b*tch taking her clothes off
she gave me head till i dozed off
told dat b*tch hit the road dawg
infrared wid the scopes on
bussin shots coast to coast dawg
i don’t play wid these b*tches
i don’t f*ck wid these n*ggas
running up these digits
counting up while i’m sippin
all my diamonds they dripping
all my pieces dey hittin
all my n*ggas dey wid it
all my b*tches like b*tches
my young bulls in da kitchen
pateks on while dey whip it
(yea yea)

money i get it ( yea yea yea )
count it up and i spend it
blow that sh*t i don’t sweat it
cop whips ion rent em
high fashion see the lenin
f*ck no ain’t no limit
all we do is big business
getting money is the mission
swipe pieces till it’s finished

(chorus)
2x
dolce gabbana
we getting dis gwala
speed race in the charger
we the realest n0body harder

big blunts when we spark up
sharp shooter no archer
in ya mouth like a doctor
writing scripts like a author

note$ verse
beat da bond on my last trip
choppa leave a n*gga passed tense
the photo foreign and the fast shift
they see me splashing n*gga pass drip
i got n*ggas tryna cash out
i got b*tches brining cash in
counting hunnids till the counter break
all dese 20s on me i can pay her rent
i might just f*ck her and don’t see her again
i roll a blunt wid a 3
i gotta stay in the streets
choppa hit him it’s gon put him to sleep
i got tools i could pull him a piece
( yea ) we bouta have us an orgy
i’m bouta start da party
i go r*t*rded
i might chop ya and pop in ya organs
i got top in the drop in the charger
i’m be icy i be rocking this fendi
2 different foreigners i might pop in ya city
i spent 30 on da watch wid da bentley
i spent 20 on the plain talking bout the jane
ooh a n*gga gotta be trippin
keep it on me a n*gga gotta be trippin
mac 9 a n*gga change ya dimension
i just f*cked her on a yacht she don’t want notes n*gga sum gotta be fishy
i just put her on the spot i just want the top
n*gga went and got it extra messy
i just hit a n*gga block he ain’t make the news f*ck it then we gotta re hit it
i put 20s on the top of the ceiling
got lil shawty giving top in the villa
(chorus)
2x
dolce gabbana
we getting dis gwala
speed race in the charger
we the realest n0body harder

big blunts when we spark up
sharp shooter no archer
in ya mouth like a doctor
writing scripts like a author

- pd lyrics

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