Kembe X, Alex Wiley - Dollar Please lyrics
[Kembe X, Alex Wiley - Dollar Please lyrics]
Uhh uh
So could you spare to squat a dollar?
We broke as hell, I rap but no one pays me
Maybe I've been acting lazy
In the trap I'm going crazy
Can't state my problem, but lately
It's been trouble all on my mind
I'm finna up the banger on babies
And I don't know what the fuck I'm gon find
Real nigga on the grind niggas panickin
Bad bitches making me sandwiches
Finna lace my swisher with Anacin
Don't trip, yo bitch gon handle it
Pause nigga! That shit cray
No titties in your phone? Nigga that shit gay
Fuck my liver and my lungs
Keep my dick up on her tongue
Now I never gotta listen to
What that bitch say
Throw some D's, Blow some trees
I don't give no fuck
I ain't never seen my penis
Cause it's always in her butt
I be flipping hella tables
And stealing hella cable
Now my neighbors hella angry cause they
Porn bill done gone up fuck naw bruh
I can't fold for your bullshit
I should get a gun and hella bullets
Then ride around in yo hood
Know The Village up to no good
Finna get it tatted all on my dick
And I got a bad bitch all on my dick
When we send it up it's madness
All cause my clique don't give no fuck
Let me get a dollar let me get a dollar
Let me hold that dollar nigga
Know you got that dollar nigga
Let me get a dollar let me get a dollar
Let me hold that dollar nigga
Know you got that dollar nigga
Titties in my phone
From a bitch that is not my bitch
Hey bitch, come tickle my privates
Living life like it's YOLO on my eyelids
Then it's bye bye bitch
Back to the trap I go
Niggas real cold at the rap, I know
Pimp suit and a cane, if she lacks my dough
Baby powder in my hand, I'mma smack my hoes
Fist a bitch like Pacquiao
Green crack is crackin, my pack is loud
Hey man, be clear, this my daddy house
If you got a dollar gon swag me out
Rap real good, give me a dollar please
If not bitch, you can go and swallow deez
That's why I'm givin yo bitch
A whole lot of D
And she's making me nachos with
A lot of cheese
I be fucking your hoes about raw
As me at this rap shit so that's pretty raw
You ain't fucking her right
I put stuff in her butt and take all
Of the pics with my cellular phone
YOLO bitch! Fuck the opps
Nigga yo whole bitch, sucked the FOP
She's on my dick, I call her draws
I just text the bitch, but you got to call
Cause y'all be rappin hella bad
Ain't even tryna rock with ya
All I do is swa-swa-swag
And all you do is Hollister
I'm tryna get on or something
Let me get a dollar bruh
If not I'm upping ratchet
And on God I'm taking all your stuff yOLO
Let me get a dollar let me get a dollar
Let me hold that dollar nigga
Know you got that dollar nigga
Let me get a dollar let me get a dollar
Let me hold that dollar nigga
Know you got that dollar nigga
So could you spare to squat a dollar?
We broke as hell, I rap but no one pays me
Maybe I've been acting lazy
In the trap I'm going crazy
Can't state my problem, but lately
It's been trouble all on my mind
I'm finna up the banger on babies
And I don't know what the fuck I'm gon find
Real nigga on the grind niggas panickin
Bad bitches making me sandwiches
Finna lace my swisher with Anacin
Don't trip, yo bitch gon handle it
Pause nigga! That shit cray
No titties in your phone? Nigga that shit gay
Fuck my liver and my lungs
Keep my dick up on her tongue
Now I never gotta listen to
What that bitch say
Throw some D's, Blow some trees
I don't give no fuck
I ain't never seen my penis
Cause it's always in her butt
I be flipping hella tables
And stealing hella cable
Now my neighbors hella angry cause they
Porn bill done gone up fuck naw bruh
I can't fold for your bullshit
I should get a gun and hella bullets
Then ride around in yo hood
Know The Village up to no good
Finna get it tatted all on my dick
And I got a bad bitch all on my dick
When we send it up it's madness
All cause my clique don't give no fuck
Let me get a dollar let me get a dollar
Let me hold that dollar nigga
Know you got that dollar nigga
Let me get a dollar let me get a dollar
Let me hold that dollar nigga
Know you got that dollar nigga
Titties in my phone
From a bitch that is not my bitch
Hey bitch, come tickle my privates
Living life like it's YOLO on my eyelids
Then it's bye bye bitch
Back to the trap I go
Niggas real cold at the rap, I know
Pimp suit and a cane, if she lacks my dough
Baby powder in my hand, I'mma smack my hoes
Fist a bitch like Pacquiao
Green crack is crackin, my pack is loud
Hey man, be clear, this my daddy house
If you got a dollar gon swag me out
Rap real good, give me a dollar please
If not bitch, you can go and swallow deez
That's why I'm givin yo bitch
A whole lot of D
And she's making me nachos with
A lot of cheese
I be fucking your hoes about raw
As me at this rap shit so that's pretty raw
You ain't fucking her right
I put stuff in her butt and take all
Of the pics with my cellular phone
YOLO bitch! Fuck the opps
Nigga yo whole bitch, sucked the FOP
She's on my dick, I call her draws
I just text the bitch, but you got to call
Cause y'all be rappin hella bad
Ain't even tryna rock with ya
All I do is swa-swa-swag
And all you do is Hollister
I'm tryna get on or something
Let me get a dollar bruh
If not I'm upping ratchet
And on God I'm taking all your stuff yOLO
Let me get a dollar let me get a dollar
Let me hold that dollar nigga
Know you got that dollar nigga
Let me get a dollar let me get a dollar
Let me hold that dollar nigga
Know you got that dollar nigga