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Big Boy Dom with Issa Dope, lez get it!
Bad bitches start dancing like its Coachella
Only thing I could do better when I know better
Thank God I just met anotha' bank teller
Slow dance in the club when its hot weather
Flow better when I flow yea flow better
She a go get her when I flow in a cold weather
Steam get hot when my homies hold the mac
The things gon great when my homies on my back
The cheese got stack I put myself in on the map
This fool got mad when his boo sit on my lap
No lame all my homies rockin' gold chain
Slow dance in the rain goin all way
Take a shot of the strongest damn whiskey that they got
Tell the opps I'm the strongest damn enemy they got
Oh my God, Oh my God (Oh my!)
Oh my God, Oh my God (Oh my!)

Fake homies talk shit all the time
Me I never lie cause I never cross the line
We just chillin in the crib, smokin' till we high
To the sky another level, you never seen
I got my crown, I'm Tchalla bitch anotha king
Like a Pop Smoke, finna give you mood swing
She just wanna smoke, and smokin' sum green

Mofuckas you cant beat me, I'm the king
Be a popstar when I was 18
Like a TBS damn so fuckin' clean
I just say to this bitch, what do u mean?
Watchin' dumbass boy in my fuckin' screen
I just playin with u like Mr. Bean
Hold up lemme check in, I'm in the crown
Big Boy Dom, Issa Dope in the town

Look at this mothafuckas
Mothafuckas can't say shit, when they found out that I'm the realest, that I'm the illest
Mothafuckas don't know shit bout the drill, like I been through, like I say what I feel

Fake homies talk shit all the time
Me I never lie cause I never cross the line
We just chillin in the crib, smokin' till we high
To the sky another level, you never seen
I got my crown, I'm Tchalla bitch anotha king
Like a Pop Smoke, finna give you mood swing
She just wanna smoke, and smokin' sum green



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Writer(s): Dominick Duarte
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