Ty dolla $ign - Double r

Oh, oh, yeah
(Damn, James)
(Off to Neverland)
(Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign) ooh, yeah

I was deep (deep), I was deep in it
She see the stars (stars), she see the stars in it
I got a freak (freak), I got her freaky, yeah
I had to park (park), had to park my shit (yeah, yeah)
Say that man a broke boy, I'm the opposite (opposite)
Starin' in the mirror, she a narcissist (narcissist)
I got hitters with me, they like poppin' shit
I got red bottoms with the ostrich
Gettin' toppy (top) in the Dawn (Dawn)
I'm on my boss shit, told that ho don't gossip
Maybach gettin' top (top) in the Dawn (dawn)
Yeah, I'm on my boss shit, told that bitch don't gossip, yeah

I was laid back gettin' neck in the double R (aw, yeah)
Laid back gettin' neck in the double R (nah, nah, nah-nah)
Laid back gettin' neck in the double R (aw, yeah)
I was laid back gettin' neck in the double R, yeah (nah, nah, nah-nah)
She said she want a Rockstar (double R), yeah
She wanna be a popstar (double R), yeah
Folded in the double R (double R), yeah
Rich sex in the double R (la-la-la)


Do the dash in the Lamb', got her bustin' on my seats
Get my pants out the mail, I don't usually wear a crease
Caught a case, I got my gun still, I got a high speed
You won't catch a nigga broke if he standin' by me
I done fucked majority of the models off of IG (woo, woo)
And I need some Percocets, yes, just like caffeine (Percocets, yeah-yeah)
I done took a fuckin' jet (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't bring an ID (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain't fuck-you-when-she-met-you type (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She can't come 'round me (come 'round)
Prada shoes 'cause she proud of me ('cause she, 'cause she proud)
Lot of blues like I'm bangin' C (lot of blues 'cause I bang Crip)
Blow my phone up gettin' head, I let it ring (let it ring, yeah)
Baguettey daddy, baguettey the wedding ring (wedding ring)
Gotta go and chase a check, bitch, that is my job (my job)
I be laughin' to the bank, all blues, haha
Give you head (nah, nah), give you bread (nah, nah)
See, I don't do that in my car

Laid back gettin' neck in the double R (aw, yeah)
Laid back gettin' neck in the double R (nah, nah, nah-nah)
Laid back gettin' neck in the double R (aw, yeah)
I was laid back gettin' neck in the double R, yeah (nah, nah, nah-nah)
She said she want a Rockstar (double R), yeah
She wanna be a popstar (double R), yeah
Folded in the double R (double R), yeah
Rich sex in the double R (ooh, woah, la-la-la)

Aw, yeah
Nah, nah, nah-nah
Aw, yeah
Nah, nah, nah-nah
Double R
Double R
Double R
Ooh, yeah

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