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Yeah, Yeah, So Yo, yo The name's Dolla and I'm majoring in disrespect Grip the Tec, left his fucking whip with a mess Architect, build bridges with the bricks I serve Nigga went from pitching herb to damn near flipping words Shit's absurd, evidently uncanny Every club in New York done banned me Faggots can't stand me, bitching at the crowd too rowdy Weed too loud and my bitch too astounding Swear the hate is so see through No daps when I see you or your weak crew This the peep hole to my life I'm just giving you a peek, boo Remember when you use your mouth to watch your teeth, who Thinking about all of the shit that I couldn't have changed Thinking about all of the shit that I wouldn't have changed Thinking about all of the shit that I couldn't change Thinking about all of the shit that I wouldn't change Glock .40, the pistol, a issue, it spitting flames Your bitch riding with me and know that she giving brain The drugs in my body, she say that I'm thinking strange The drugs in her body, she say that she feeling wave Feeling like Jada on Ryder, I'm gripping grain Letras de cancionesDouble the cup, cause my nigga I'm drinking, pain I'm counting that money, I swear I don't feel the same When I'm counting that money, I swear that I don't feel the same Counting that money, I swear that I... Glock 40, the pistol, a issue From Letras Mania