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watch da spot - kerch dolla lyrics

[intro]
(that boy choas k!lled this sh*t)

[chorus]
these n*ggas know i’m ’bout to pop, they tryna pop my top
get that money right so next summer, you can drop the top
i be in and out, now the feds tryna watch the spot
they keep makin’ new cars, i’m sellin’ dope, n*gga, i can’t stop
h*llstar from head to feet, n*gga
five kids in one bag, we had to feet with it
you know who speakin’ on my name, you gotta see n*ggas
word around, you know, my baby, i’m gon’ be with you

[verse 1]
ayy, keep my name in they mouth so i gotta keep pistols
bad guns, switch again
fell off, rich again, small waist, b*tch a ten
you know i’m a chief who eat the most, you might see a tent
b*tch said my head always in the clouds, it must be a blimp
i’m known to step on dope before i rode a bike
i’m known to pass on it instеad of k!lls if it’s done tonight
i only wanna f*ck with real n*ggas who i feel alike
i can’t pillow talk about no n*gga to no b*tch in my lifе (dolla)

[pre*chorus]
your mans a lie, that b*tch n*gga died with his hands up
real n*gga, stand up if you ain’t never ran from it
first time in my life i went and got my nails done
i send my white boy to double back to pick the sh*lls up
[chorus]
these n*ggas know i’m ’bout to pop, they tryna pop my top
get that money right so next summer, you can drop the top
i be in and out, now the feds tryna watch the spot
they keep makin’ new cars, i’m sellin’ dope, n*gga, i can’t stop
h*llstar from head to feet, n*gga
five kids in one bag, we had to feet with it
you know who speakin’ on my name, you gotta see n*ggas
word around, you know, my baby, i’m gon’ be with you

[verse 2]
she said she love me, i froze the first time i said it back
ayy, n*gga, you got a strap, go and get it, we can’t lack
i can tell from the front, you thick as h*ll from the back
i put that cheese on your head, they gon’ tell where you at
if i hit a green light, that mean go, red mean stop
skub so blooded out, he wearin’ red, we ain’t soxs
you can’t play me like that same dirty kid, look at me now
handgun sound like a chop, you did that, now what now?

- kerch dolla lyrics

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