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Dee Lee

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Dee Lee, the hottest artist that you could ever be
Listen to the song, Rap Money
Straight out of Louisiana, you heard me
Yeah, baby, know what I'm talking about
You know all the way
Dumb shit, retarded
Dee Lee

I been in the trenches bitch this ain't no rap money
And if I'm in the building, then you know the straps coming
And yeah, and I done went and got a sack, them bitches know my pockets fat
So when they see me, they gon' make a clap for me
I told her pop that pussy for a real one, you know how it go
He bought a strap, rolled through the hood, he had to know how it blow
And I'm still watching for snakes, even though I had mowed
Know niggas hollering about they real ones, and we knowin' they told
My dog feeling like a coach, he put niggas in position
I'm the sickest in my city, nigga, word to my physician
I'm with a bad lil bitch and she don't trip without permission
I bought a brand new stick, came with a beam just for precision
I'm just up in my own lane, don't say the wrong thing
No PS5, we waking up the house, you play the wrong games
I'm in my zone, man, like f*ck my bitch, she playing phone games
I had to tell her I'm her dog and I ain't home trained
Straight off the top, look if I flop, then it's back to the scale
My girl just told me that I'm hot, well shit actually hell
Lil' Youngin can't stay off the block, now he back in a cell
Trunk full, passing up 12, my dog get them packs in the mail
My old plug taxin' for bells, I'm thinking about sending a hit
Loaded up ride with a stick, don't think that you hitting a lick
Nigga gotta show me all the proof to tell me he the shit
The streets keep saying I'm the truth, the doctor telling me I'm sick
Told my Youngin stay in school, but he just like sell me a brick
Backwood hitting my lungs, it feel like I rolled up a fist
My bitch mad, stay on my ass, I told her you know how I get
She keep saying that I'm a dog, I told her you know I'm a pit
I been in the trenches bitch this ain't no rap money
And if I'm in the building then you know the straps coming
And yeah, I done went and got a sack, them bitches know my pockets fat
So when they see me they gon' make it clap for me
I told her pop that pussy for a real one, you know how it go
He bought a strap, rolled through the hood, he had to know how it blow
And I'm still watching for snakes, even though I had mowed
Know niggas hollering about they real ones, and we knowing they told

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