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Dottë - "Just Say Dat" OFFICIAL ft. Ben Rich x Whyy Ohh
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Rich Richardson
Joshua Rich Richardson
Songwriter
Michael D Grate
Michael D Grate
Songwriter
Y.O Camper
Y.O Camper
Songwriter
Randy De Boer
Randy De Boer
Songwriter
Ben Hubble
Ben Hubble
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yea yea yea yea You know a nigga like me Just really be riding minding my own Yea Fuck these niggas they can never be They can never be Chillin in the trap sellin work out the bando Young ass Nigga getting racks got bands hoe Chillin in a pent house with a bad white bitch If you was six nine Nigga would you snitch Tryna sell a brick smoked it all huslin ain't yo nitch Personalities some timey like a trick switch Them niggas ain't yo homie boy should of noticed it You slippin my nigga you looking lost I cannot trust you I'm backing off I gave you a chance I'm knocking you off I get excited for the execution Nigga got yo baby momma out her prostituting How you coo wit I'm die with I or survive wit it Show me yo struggle it strengthens ambitions Chasin this money my hands is itching Left my bitch house cuz she was bitching My other bitch holding down her position Big bro hit a stick now he is trippin I love em to death but this shit is different He gotta change or I'm keeping my distance I do not come around fuck them I do not come around fuck them niggas Niggas really act like they was bro But where was niggas at when I was Broke broke broke broke Nigga not a P you just a hoe If its that then its that nigga let me know Just say that If its that then its that nigga let me know Just say that If its that then its that nigga let me know Just say that Im really that this ain't for show Just say that If its that then its that nigga let me know If its that then its that then be that But I could never be the one to be that Niggas talk shit I don't react To what niggas do because niggas be lying Open up some doors they ain't see that But they can't ignore how I speak facts Always Ben Rich on they cheap ass Bitches be trying and niggas be dying BANG BANG I got a rep to maintain Give me a check fuck the fame Iiiiiiiiiii own it while they playing games They why my drive its insane My loc want the smoke he go crazy My blooda Bick Back being brazy I give no fucks who's gone hate me Moving cuz these niggas lazy You know the motto fuck you pay me We get these dollars on a daily Keeping it trill I'm too real to be faking Ohohohhhhh oh babbyyyyy Niggas really act like they was bro But where was niggas at when I was Broke broke broke broke Nigga not a P you just a hoe If its that then its that nigga let me know Just say that If its that then its that nigga let me know Just say that If its that then its that nigga let me know Just say that Im really that this aint for show Just say that If its that then its that nigga let me know If its up then its up let me know it then I done been to war and I will go again I just hit a bitch and went and told her friend The next thing you know here we go again If you clutching that pole nigga show it then And if you gone up then blow it then Cuz my nigga Solid as bowling balls And we knocking em down like bowling pins Oh Lord I ain't ever ducked no fade I ain't ever ran from a nigga But nigga throw too much shade That's how the took ten from a nigga If I ain't strapped Then I got my blade Or I can put hands on a nigga Bitch better go yo way Or I'ma start spraying with the killers I ain't saying I'm the realist But you can't pull my card I done did too much work You know I'm gone smoke my weed I came from the home of the turps You should probably keep it at home Im giving every nigga this work Every nigga this work Yea yea
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