Slump6s, tana - DAKOTAROMANI lyrics

Steven Lewis

[Slump6s, tana - DAKOTAROMANI lyrics]

Everybody she wanna fuck all on me
She wanna fuck with me 'cause of my name
I don't gotta carry the strap
Wet up the spot, just because of my chain
And you better watch what you say
'Cause I don't wanna have to
Call up my gang 1500 walk in the function
You know that we keep a stick on our waist
(Fuck goin' on, Maajins?)
I just took his main hoe
Now that nigga upset
They already stealin' swag
And we ain't even up yet
If he talkin' down
Choppa blow him like a trumpet
If he talkin' down
That choppa beat him like a drum set

We finna kill it, no, I ain't kiddin'
Walk in the spot and I made me a million
Bullets go through him
Gon' fuck up his kidney
Got a white hoe, nigga, straight out the city
Talk 'bout the gang
Nigga know that it's been me
Your money small, no
I ain't talkin' Biggie
You is a rat nigga, shoutout to Mickey
We made that lil' boy run like he Ricky

Run up on us, boy don't even try it
Experimental with the Glock like science
If I like it I'ma go 'head and buy it
White shooter, I think his name Tobias
They like
"How you rich at 14? That's biased"
You want bullets? Well, come in
You can be my client
Face shot, we'll leave his momma cryin'
Come cross the gang, on God, then you dying

You know, it's DakotaRomani
Kickback, I'ma aim with the shotty
I've been gettin' the cash, no Dami
I got it drippin', so please don't drown me

BENNYS slump6s
Antisocial ​tana
ОЙДА (OIDA) oxxxymiron

Young rich, I feel like I'm Quavo
I'm gettin' money, I'm makin' the pesos
You see us in public, boy, better lay low
No Soulja Boy, but she call me Big Draco

Damn, on bronem
I feel like Summrs, 'cause me and
The gang stay with six, On foenem
That nigga really a bitch, don't know him
I just be countin' the racks
Don't show 'em
Big body sink, it look like it's a MOEN
She textin' my phone, she like
"Where is you going?"
Me and lil' tana been feeling
Like Summrs and Autumn!
But look at the way that we goin'

Shawty said, "Come here!", no Mortal Kombat
You want a feature
Lil' boy where your funds at?
All that you claimin' you did, we done that
And I'm takin' your gun, boy
Come get your gun back
She said "Calm down, boy
You done did enough"
She smelling like fish, I'm like, "Ayo
What the fuck?"
I'm off the lean, I'm finna throw up
Said you better than me? Well
I don't give a

Let my shooters put him on a tee
We put him on a shirt
If that pussy nigga talking down
We put him in the dirt
She think that she finna be my girl
Well I'ma leave her hurt
That lil' boy be tryna steal my swag
You know I did it first

We finna kill it, no, I ain't kiddin'
Walk in the spot and I make me a million
Bullets go through him
Gon' fuck up his kidney
Got a white hoe, nigga, straight out the city
Talk 'bout the gang
Nigga know that it's been me
Your money small, no
I ain't talkin' Biggie
You is a rat nigga, shoutout to Mickey
We made that lil' boy run like he Ricky
Buh, buh, buh woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah dakotaRomani
DakotaRomani dakotaRo-
DakotaRomani y'all know, if y'all heard
"Surgeon" by, uh, BabySantana and Slump6s
Bro, y'all will know
These two niggas, bruh, are
Dangerous as hell, Bruh
They're more dangerous than a pair
Of Black Air Forces no cap

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