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Dillon Cooper
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Charge It to The game
Pull up in the candy painted Caddy
Yeah I'm feelin gold
NEW YORK CITY daily chiefers
We smoke like some Seminoles
Never do I ever put the pussy on a pedestal
Get it wet and let it rain
Say I'm cold
I let it snow
Momma told me count my money
Two times just to double check
If it's short you're catchin wreck
Judo chop you in your neck
R-A-D We be the set
No time for pseudo fools yo
Yep my aura glowin
Youre magnetized
To my lavish soul
THAT'S protocol
If you didn't know
Ya foolish ho
Dash just copped 2 bottles of that Dusse so we Finna go
(Yuu Feel Me Bro)??
Got a zippy for the lo...
Of that OOK
My Guy.
Indigo soul
Don't fuck with the blow
Furious
Say you sus
Then yoU food my Guy?
(That's Real Shit)
Ya Feel Me?
Got a bad bitch
That I met on tour
Suck my dick real good...
Grow her own weed...
Understand her role know to keep it LowKey
Bottom bitch
Eyes Of The World
Fuck that nigga
Got eyes on your girl
That's that Pimp shit boy
You Elliot Spitzer
I own yo bitch
Call me Jason Itzler
Charge it to the game
If I took her
I ain't meant to
I ain't tryna wife her up
I just call her when I need to
Charge it to the Game
I ain't pay for half the shit I wearin
Looking niggas always staring
Man I still ain't never caring
Charge it to the game
Woooah
Wooooah
Woooah
Woooah (repeat 3x)
Woah Woah
You don't even know
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but nothing comes out when they move they lips
Some foolish shit
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I just play it cool
Like Ferris Beuller kid
(Uuh)
Boom I'm the bomb
Boutta blow this shit up
Tell her break it down
Shawty roll that shit up
Weed smoke sour diesel
Eyes low got me looking
Like A chino
Royal 1s kicks
I'm a king
Asian shawtys named Ming
Ball up nigga my
Jeans is balmain
Since day 1 I Been
Off the chain
Catch that fade
If you want
Come correct
My uppercut
Attention deficit
Stone cold stunner
3: 16
Give them nightmares
Niggas wish they had dreams
WuTang Told me get that cream proper
Brooklyn niggas
Style of a Shotta
Cooper nigga crown heights
Killa gotcha
Got them hiding all they
Bitches In The closet
Telling their man
That it's girls Night
But she's in my crib my
Getting it poppin'
Shes a nympho
All she need is that InDo
You feel me bro?
She love me cause I'm RAD
Lungs green
Off that THC
Niggas know I stay F-L-Y
Til I D-I-E
Raptor on my chest that P-H-C
Steeze O-D
Yound Zeus
G-O-D
Super saiyan
Of that smoke
I go D-B-Z
Coop Killa
Told y'all
That I got the key
Break banks down niggas ain't stoppin me
Pay up
Charge it to the game
If I took her
I ain't meant to
I ain't tryna wife her up
I just call her when I need to
Charge it to the Game
I ain't pay for half the shit I'm wearin
Looking niggas always staring
Man I still ain't never caring
Charge it to the game
Woooah
Wooooah
Woooah
Woooah (repeat 3x)
Woah Woah
You don't even know
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