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dresscode - $not lyrics

[intro]
yeah, uh, that lil’ b*tch need a dress, b*tch, huh
lovin’ me, b*tch, i love this sh*t (yeah)

[chorus]
in a maybach, chillin’ with my vatos (vatos)
this a glock lil’ n*gga, not a hi*point (hi*point)
and yo’ b*tch, she gon’ like the way i talk, voice (hm)
got a white*boy, i call him jack harlow (let’s go)
got some hollow tips in the car, bro (in the car, bro)
i’m a dog, bro, i go hard, bro (hm, huh)
i got a thing for them e*hoes (e*hoes)
red bottom on the heel hoes, and all black with a dress code (yeah, yeah)

[verse]
and my b*tch got some tim’s like she gio (gio)
walk around with my glock, this a big pole (huh)
walk around with my glock and some big clothes
i’m a dog, i go raw in the p*ssy (p*ssy)
i got louie, and gucci, and tru’ies
i’ma fade a n*gga down, like i’m boosie
off the two*seat, my mind goin’ looney
in the back of the [?], f*ckin’ through this
why yo’ pockets so funny like druski?
this a movie, i know i got a toolie (yeah)
got a uzi, i’m shootin’ down goofies (go)
and yo’ sis’ on my d*ck, she a groupie (groupie)
i peeled off in a two*seater, i got two ninas (two*seater, two)
with some lean in my cup, that’s a two*liter (yeah)
baggy*jeans on my body and a wife beater (wife beater)
i got nike’s on my feet, n*gga, no adidas (let’s go)
middle fingers up to my f*ckin’ ex b*tch (yeah)
i want head, b*tch, from the next b*tch (f*ck)
and the next, and the next, and the next b*tch (haha)
where yo’ neck, b*tch? where yo’ neck at?
where the f*ck is your throat? i’ma drill that (where? drill)
where the f*ck is your mouth? i’ma drill that (drill)
where the f*ck is your head? i’ma hold that (hm)
on the side of the car, take a kodak (kodak)
this a throwback, put my hands in the air, with some cognac (throwback, cognac)
bought a whole store out, n*gga f*ck a tag
off a ‘yac, pull the stick out the f*ckin’ bag (yeah)
[chorus]
in a maybach, chillin’ with my vatos (vatos)
this a glock lil’ n*gga, not a hi*point (hi*point)
and yo’ b*tch, she gon’ like the way i talk, voice (hm)
got a white*boy, i call him jack harlow (let’s go)
got some hollow tips in the car, bro (in the car, bro)
i’m a dog, bro, i go hard, bro (hm, huh)
i got a thing for them e*hoes (e*hoes)
red bottom on the heel hoes, and all black with a dress code (yeah, yeah)

[outro]
you know i like these b*tches, dress codes and sh*t, man
i got the tim’s with baggy– you feel me?
you know how that sh*t goes
yeah, yeah, hmph, hm, haha

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