a club rocker, big show stopper Aiming for that number 1 spot, now we got ya Block, block, blocka Ain't nobody hotter Eight arms, octagon Straight charm, watch ya Dom
The platinum from the bronze That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz A S1 diamond from a eye class don A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga
to call me immature Fuck you think I made Odd Future for? To wearin' fuckin' suits and make good decisions? Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang [Verse 1: Tyler
[Kanye West] Throw your hands in the sky right now (alors on danse) Throw your hands in the sky right now its going down [Kanye West Verse 1] I'm freezing
Y'all can't be serious, this is A-1 Performance Your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords No more Cristal and DoM P, straight Gatorade And they say
(That's right) I been hearin all these bitches talkin this bullshit You know they done fucked up now You know they done fucked up now [Verse 1:
-cal Demi Sec plays, I lays and shakes the ass all day Lay low, in the cream cheese Bently And shake those, artifi-cal I'm Dom P, she was Fay yo Five
could get on her knees I'm tryin' to get rich I'm shined out, ten karats on my wrist Flyin' first class, me and my whole click, now Fuck a glass, we sip Dom
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Intro: Schyeah! Stick em I said ya best hit the ground and don't be late Ya crews pay dues with heavy weights Verse 1: Been brained in the pain since
1 - money and the powder, money and the powder (misses gangsta boo got the) money and the powder (yup) Money and the powder, money and the powder (niggas
vel du Nr lampen slukkes Men dden kommer ei Med vrt bud Gjenklang fra den prektiges arv Vil innfri det endelige forderv [repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse] Bring dom
holds it (*edited*) Old soul, no effect, break me off, snatch yo man Dead go plans, make ya (*edited*) feel (*edited) Rich stay flooded? na, you the illest 1
working that back, I don't know how to act, Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, Slow motion for me, move in slow motion for me, [Verse 1 (Soulja
black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes Chorus: grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots Military gear 'n' go up like troops (1x) One with