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Dotres - Hiyah! Lyrics



Dotres - Hiyah! Lyrics




[ Featuring Byreezy ]

Huh, I don't want no new friends, I just wanna f*ck on your lady
Huh, Pull up on me in a Benz, so I nicknamed her Mercedes (skrt, skrt)
Mastered manipulation, got plus eight persuasion
And you can tell my dice roll crazy
Got expensive taste, I can't do nothing basic
That nigga drip old, that shit so archaic
Got my bitches switching positions, they learned displacement
Take my bitches on adventures, algebraic
Yeah, you can laugh now in the end you gon' cry (you gon' cry)
I'm a star, look for me in the sky (up in the sky, yeah)
Keep your enemies close, mine stay by my side (by my side)
But they don't take life serious, so why try (why try)

Complete the mission with my brodie, high five (high five)
We connected in the mind, no WiFi (no WiFi)
She be f*cking with me until I lie (til I lie)
Had to kick the bitch out like hi-yah (wah)
Nigga play, I cook his ass up, apple pie (apple pie)
We gon' check him in, check him out when they die (when they die)
Lost some dividends, that shit hurted my pride (my pride)
Yeah, kicking like hi-yah (wah)

I got VVs on my neck, no alabasta (no alabasta)
Shooter pop out your bushes like abracadabra
Face shot'll turn yo son into a bastard (he a bastard)
All this ice on me like I was stationed in Alaska (Alaska)
Byreezy and Dots, we'll put a red dot on your nose (eugh)
Turn him rudolf, I'm Santa, cause I be with the ho's (ho's ho's ho's)
Got that sack and you know that I keep a pole, leave em froze
We can't kick it shorty, don't do taekwondo (hi-yah)
If it's smoke, then let me know
You know I keep my heater
Hit you from out of space, this a galick gun, no Vegeta (No Vegeta)
I'm top dog around here, all you niggas small, call them amoeba
F*ck sipping by the pint, me and brodie pour by the liter (me and brodie pour by the liter)

Complete the mission with my brodie, high five (high five)
We connected in the mind, no WiFi (no WiFi)
She be f*cking with me until I lie (til I lie)
Had to kick the bitch out like hi-yah (wah)
Nigga play, I cook his ass up, apple pie (apple pie)
We gon' check him in, check him out when they die (when they die)
Lost some dividends, that shit hurted my pride (my pride)
Yeah, kicking like hi-yah (wah)
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Huh, I don't want no new friends, I just wanna f*ck on your lady
Huh, Pull up on me in a Benz, so I nicknamed her Mercedes (skrt, skrt)
Mastered manipulation, got plus eight persuasion
And you can tell my dice roll crazy
Got expensive taste, I can't do nothing basic
That nigga drip old, that shit so archaic
Got my bitches switching positions, they learned displacement
Take my bitches on adventures, algebraic
Yeah, you can laugh now in the end you gon' cry (you gon' cry)
I'm a star, look for me in the sky (up in the sky, yeah)
Keep your enemies close, mine stay by my side (by my side)
But they don't take life serious, so why try (why try)

Complete the mission with my brodie, high five (high five)
We connected in the mind, no WiFi (no WiFi)
She be f*cking with me until I lie (til I lie)
Had to kick the bitch out like hi-yah (wah)
Nigga play, I cook his ass up, apple pie (apple pie)
We gon' check him in, check him out when they die (when they die)
Lost some dividends, that shit hurted my pride (my pride)
Yeah, kicking like hi-yah (wah)

I got VVs on my neck, no alabasta (no alabasta)
Shooter pop out your bushes like abracadabra
Face shot'll turn yo son into a bastard (he a bastard)
All this ice on me like I was stationed in Alaska (Alaska)
Byreezy and Dots, we'll put a red dot on your nose (eugh)
Turn him rudolf, I'm Santa, cause I be with the ho's (ho's ho's ho's)
Got that sack and you know that I keep a pole, leave em froze
We can't kick it shorty, don't do taekwondo (hi-yah)
If it's smoke, then let me know
You know I keep my heater
Hit you from out of space, this a galick gun, no Vegeta (No Vegeta)
I'm top dog around here, all you niggas small, call them amoeba
F*ck sipping by the pint, me and brodie pour by the liter (me and brodie pour by the liter)

Complete the mission with my brodie, high five (high five)
We connected in the mind, no WiFi (no WiFi)
She be f*cking with me until I lie (til I lie)
Had to kick the bitch out like hi-yah (wah)
Nigga play, I cook his ass up, apple pie (apple pie)
We gon' check him in, check him out when they die (when they die)
Lost some dividends, that shit hurted my pride (my pride)
Yeah, kicking like hi-yah (wah)
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Writer: Byron Butler, D'Allen Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Dotres
Featuring: Byreezy
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Byron Butler, D'Allen Johnson

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