My Daddy’s Son Lyrics – Dame D.O.L.L.A.
Singer: Dame D.O.L.L.A.
Title: My Daddy’s Son
I tried to be solid but so many n#gg#s be fakin’ this sh#t
Beef with my girl, and somehow, they thought my spot was vacant again
Like dame out the house and i know that he probably complacent again
See me out and get bloody mouth, i embrace the revenge
Check the ‘gram, boy, i’m straight with my hands
I only do family, don’t play with no friends
Cross me, you done, we ain’t makin’ amends
Millions to blow, boy, i play with them bands
You ain’t from the hood, we ain’t playin’ in sand
Too solid for n#gg#s
Got some prada, now they proud of you, n#gg#
Poppin’ out, they poppin’ out with you, n#gg#
Ain’t got a b but i got me some figures, i’m different
Speak on me wrong, i create a lil’ distance
So many pеople fell off on the mission
Bad boy likе diddy or zeke on the pistons
Love how i speak, i’m a g, it’s consistent
I know they call so many n#gg#s goat, but they ain’t complete the assignment
So mamy things need alignment
Pressure on me, it’s a diamond
I get thirty every night easy
Hoes catch a vibe when they see me
On a new level, they peewee
#ss fat, palm her like keke, yeah
I know i’m meant for the top
Theres just no better example
I should start sellin’ a manual, uh
I’m like kyrie with the handles, yeah
Gucci from head to the sandals, uh
Fifty-one million, that’s annual
Get to it quickly and manual
I’m too real to be canceled
Matchin’ vibes by louie, certified
Foreign whips, you n#gg#s know the time
I was him way before my prime
Dolla ’cause i tend to the dimes
I f#ck up a check
’cause my pockets deeper than most of these n#gg#s
Just know they gon’ give me repsect
I don’t play no games or do jokes with these n#gg#s
I don’t play no games or do jokes with these n#gg#s
Go hard in the paint, i go post on these n#gg#s
These n#gg#s campaign, i don’t vote for these n#gg#s
Ain’t got no champagne, i got toast for these n#gg#s
Smoke somethin’
I walk with a limp like i broke somethin’
I like that uzi, spit like a loogie
It sound like it’s clearin’ his throat from
Feds takin’ pics, i’ma pose for ’em
All on my dick like i know somethin’
n#gg#s want they flowers, then grow some
I come to this funeral and throw somethin’
Money and the power, i got both of ’em
Bugatti tsunami for sure comin’
I got the salami and cold cut ’em
I’m like aaron rogers, no huddle
And i’ma put all my n#gg#s down, i’ma put all my b#tches up
Them n#gg#s too small to be biggin’ ’em up
And i start all my cars with digital touch
If i reach for the stars, them b#tches get touched
And if she lick my balls, my dick gon’ go nuts
And i be with my dogs ever since we was pups
And them flies on the wall never listen to us
And i keep the operation for cooperation
Ain’t nobody safe, i know the combination
You gon’ pay donation if we tolerate ya
Shawty body fake, i know the opp is faker
Her lips is workin’ like a occupation
I will pistol whip ya, i will bobblehead ya
I will discontinue, discombobulate ya
You ain’t talkin’ money, that’s a non-versation
Stop playin’, lil’ b#tch
Moolah baby
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