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R Dotta

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Acito
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up
Bitch
And it's like that bitch
Yeah

I spit that shit
That makes you say
That's my shit
Y'all know this my jam
Aye turn me up
DJ play this song
Run this back again
Look, I need you
Baby girl, I need you
Bring you and your friend
To V.I.P.
My feet on the couch
Bottles in my hands

I spit that shit
That makes you say that's my shit
Y'all know that's my jam
Look, I'm a black panther
I can be any ole' Newton
Y'all pick, Huey or Cam
Get rid of your man
Have a good time tonight
I bet we'd make JJ say it's dynamite
But it your man is full of force
Grab the four of course
But that ain't my type of hype
He'd better chill
Bilal's voice
Before he hears a loud noise
Then hop in the whip
With a lot torque
Pipes clear but it sounds hoarse
They sound horns
When the god's coming
I can really get used to this
Step in the spot
Whole crew too live
Would've thought we brought Luke in this
Check this
I'm too legit for me to quit
I need my chips
And I'm talking on some fiending shit
Even if, I've gotta go squeeze the fifth
I'll squeeze and pop until the thing squeeze and clicks
Geniuses can't fathom my geniusness
R Dotta, I've excelled my previous
So
Dap me up when you see the kid
Got damn, the game needed this

Bounce with me
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce with me
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce with me
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce with me
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

I spit that shit
That makes you say
That's my shit
Y'all know this my jam
Aye turn me up
DJ play this song
Run this back again
Look, I need you
Baby girl, I need you
Bring you and your friend
To V.I.P.
My feet on the couch
Bottles in my hands

With no problem,
I spit that audio narcotic
Got this one here straight from Medellin
So I call this flow here the jaw locker
If she's with me she's a jaw dropper
Comparing you and I?
I'm like naw partner
We look the same, but we ain't the same
You a jawbreaker, I'm a Gobstopper
So what that mean?
I've got different flavors, different haters, different ways of going getting paper
Hall of famer, skipped the majors, still a player
Shrimp, steak, baked potato, tipped the waiter
Dick and leave, you dick and date her
Probably ate her
Knew this shit since I was eight or nine or ten was hungry then
Ain't nothing changed
Still treating beats like it was catered
Wanted then
Got it later
I'm focused now, on the prowl, my mama proud, my clique around
Talking money, we can sit it down
Probably throw a hundred hundreds round
Any hater ever looking down, know the chopper drum holds one hundred rounds
Getting money, never slowing up
But for the time being we can slow it

We can slow it down
Uh
We can slow it down
It's just a vibe
We can slow it down
That's all it is, just a vibe
We can slow it down
Getting money never slowing down
Got no reason why their hating on me
Just put the eight before the four and the four before the three

I spit that shit
That makes you say
That's my shit
Y'all know this my jam
Aye turn me up
DJ play this song
Run this back again
Look, I need you
Baby girl, I need you
Bring you and your friend
To V.I.P.
My feet on the couch
Bottles in my hands

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