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A.Dot.

A.Dot is a British rapper, MC, and television presenter. She is known for her skillful lyricism and charismatic on-screen presence. A.Dot gained popularity through her music releases and has also hosted a radio show on BBC Radio 1Xtra. more »

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Now I'm in the club
And she shakin her ass on top of the burner
Take her to Nobu
Take her to places and views
That she never heard of
The way that I move
If they gon' come for my ice
It's gon' be a murda
Straight up to your face
Like ball on the court
Lets see whos really a shooter
Lets see whos really a earner
Bitch I'm rockin Balmains
This ain't regular jeans, ain't shit you heard of
I been sipping codeine
Mix up with the juice n get that shit stirred up
If they still talking that shit
I'm grabbing the chop it pop like a kernel
I'm smoking the dope and it go to the brain
Feel like tory better stay in your lane
Spent your whole rent on a brand new chain
Best tell your mans we are not the same
Ask in the hood they gon know my name
Im chasing the guap I ain't chasing the fame
If they act fake cut em' out of the frame
Surrounded by winners not keeping no lames
You know that my killas on go
10 toes on the road
These straps ain't for show
I'm moving the packs on the low
They gon try n rob
We letting it blow
The boys in the kitchen fosho
They cooking the snow
That's just for your nose
Hollow tips let it go
We leaving your mans
Like 10 feet below
Now I'm in the club
And she shakin her ass on top of the burner
Take her to Nobu
Take her to places and views
That she never heard of
The way that I move
If they gon' come for my ice
It's gon' be a murda
Straight up to your face
Like ball on the court
Lets see whos really a shooter
Lets see whos really a earner
Bitch I'm rockin Balmains
This ain't regular jeans, ain't shit you heard of
I been sipping codeine
Mix up with the juice n get that shit stirred up
If they still talking that shit
I'm grabbing the chop it pop like a kernel
They telling me they bout that life
But they ain't stick to the code
They make a band then rat on their mans
You better just stay out the road
Cause I got demons and they militant
Do a hit and they leaving no evidence
We playing chess not checkers
Best check on your bro before he turn deadmans
Ask about me down in the streets
You know my name gon ring a bell
I gotta make bread and get to the top
fore I end up in a cell
can't have no distractions
cant fall in love w a thot
I do not fear nobody
the only person that I fear is god
Now I'm in the club
And she shakin her ass on top of the burner
Take her to Nobu
Take her to places and views
That she never heard of
The way that I move
If they gon' come for my ice
It's gon' be a murda
Straight up to your face
Like ball on the court
Lets see whos really a shooter
Lets see whos really a earner
Bitch I'm rockin Balmains
This ain't regular jeans, ain't shit you heard of
I been sipping codeine
Mix up with the juice n get that shit stirred up
If they still talking that shit
I'm grabbing the chop it pop like a kernel

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