DollaBillGates - f** sh** lyrics

Hook You can miss me with that f** sh** dog I'm to the point where i don't talk unless it's lem thurdy Got some bad b**hes in my mansion dog And them hoes ain't leaving 'till lem thurdy Dirty sprite off in my styrofoam had me valet park And i ain't even wake up 'till lem thurdy If you talkin' 'bout the trap, don't say trap dog We talk in codes man we call that thing lem thurdy Dollabillgates Put the remix in the sprite and it slow down my night Mix the molly with the ciroc every monday, I just might All my lem thurdies white, man I'm prejudice All my presidents dead, no election b**h If i'm talking on my phone then I'm talking lem thurdy Got a b**h on the plane, she flyin' in from Berkeley She comin' with the cookies, she got cookie jars Then I send her back home as soon as the weed gone There ain't no daylight savings time for a trap n***a And you ain't got to save them hoes When you a rap n***a That sh** wild but it's ironic that I'm both of them I brought some b**hes but mack twon say he know both of them I'm in a parking lot with pooder and we both in benz I used to ride them razor scooters now I'm on them rims Hook