Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce Gabbana
We ridin' in fast cars we slidin
We pop out at night time we shinin
She like the way that I move
Lil bitch, I ain't dancin
Ridin' round the city with a glock in my pants and
I'm off a 30 this shit got me prancin
Actin' like I don't give a f*ck bout your man
Don't give damn
Take your ass shoppin' Japan
What can he do that I can't
Got me a bag and I pay that bitch rent
She got her hands on my back
My hands on her tats
Never gave a f*ck what they said
They tried to get up in my head
Mad that they bitch in my bed
Mad that I whipped off that lot in my vette
I guess it was part of the plan
I guess it was part of the plan
Shaken up
Keep shakin' ass
Hands on your hips
When you do the dance
If I could have one thing
I would be your man
But I know I can't
Cuz I keep on just f*ckin' your friends
Can't keep em out of my pants
Can't keep em off of my gram
I know that you hate when I do it
But you keep intruding
So now you just going out sad
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
F*ck around and find out
She got the ice out
Bend that shit over
Whole crowd gettin' hyped now
Ain't nobody do it like she
She got her hands all on her knees
She know she gone f*ck up the scene
Everyone want them a piece
I know that she comin' with me
Take her back home to the sheets
We bumpin' my music you know how we do it
She ride me like a Nascar
Dressin' like a mag star
Takin them pics high fash
Like a rockstar
Slim fit dressed up
Skin tight messed up
Louis V shades on the dresser
Christian Dior to impress her
She get what she want when I say
That's why that lil bit be my bae
We hit us the mall and go shop
New fits off the lot
We hit the club f*ck up your day
Tryna be slick with a bit
She came with me she gone leave with me
Tryna be slick with a bit
She came with me she gone leave with me
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
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Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce Gabbana
We ridin' in fast cars we slidin
We pop out at night time we shinin
She like the way that I move
Lil bitch, I ain't dancin
Ridin' round the city with a glock in my pants and
I'm off a 30 this shit got me prancin
Actin' like I don't give a f*ck bout your man
Don't give damn
Take your ass shoppin' Japan
What can he do that I can't
Got me a bag and I pay that bitch rent
She got her hands on my back
My hands on her tats
Never gave a f*ck what they said
They tried to get up in my head
Mad that they bitch in my bed
Mad that I whipped off that lot in my vette
I guess it was part of the plan
I guess it was part of the plan
Shaken up
Keep shakin' ass
Hands on your hips
When you do the dance
If I could have one thing
I would be your man
But I know I can't
Cuz I keep on just f*ckin' your friends
Can't keep em out of my pants
Can't keep em off of my gram
I know that you hate when I do it
But you keep intruding
So now you just going out sad
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
F*ck around and find out
She got the ice out
Bend that shit over
Whole crowd gettin' hyped now
Ain't nobody do it like she
She got her hands all on her knees
She know she gone f*ck up the scene
Everyone want them a piece
I know that she comin' with me
Take her back home to the sheets
We bumpin' my music you know how we do it
She ride me like a Nascar
Dressin' like a mag star
Takin them pics high fash
Like a rockstar
Slim fit dressed up
Skin tight messed up
Louis V shades on the dresser
Christian Dior to impress her
She get what she want when I say
That's why that lil bit be my bae
We hit us the mall and go shop
New fits off the lot
We hit the club f*ck up your day
Tryna be slick with a bit
She came with me she gone leave with me
Tryna be slick with a bit
She came with me she gone leave with me
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce Gabbana
We ridin' in fast cars we slidin
We pop out at night time we shinin
She like the way that I move
Lil bitch, I ain't dancin
Ridin' round the city with a glock in my pants and
I'm off a 30 this shit got me prancin
Actin' like I don't give a f*ck bout your man
Don't give damn
Take your ass shoppin' Japan
What can he do that I can't
Got me a bag and I pay that bitch rent
She got her hands on my back
My hands on her tats
Never gave a f*ck what they said
They tried to get up in my head
Mad that they bitch in my bed
Mad that I whipped off that lot in my vette
I guess it was part of the plan
I guess it was part of the plan
Shaken up
Keep shakin' ass
Hands on your hips
When you do the dance
If I could have one thing
I would be your man
But I know I can't
Cuz I keep on just f*ckin' your friends
Can't keep em out of my pants
Can't keep em off of my gram
I know that you hate when I do it
But you keep intruding
So now you just going out sad
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
F*ck around and find out
She got the ice out
Bend that shit over
Whole crowd gettin' hyped now
Ain't nobody do it like she
She got her hands all on her knees
She know she gone f*ck up the scene
Everyone want them a piece
I know that she comin' with me
Take her back home to the sheets
We bumpin' my music you know how we do it
She ride me like a Nascar
Dressin' like a mag star
Takin them pics high fash
Like a rockstar
Slim fit dressed up
Skin tight messed up
Louis V shades on the dresser
Christian Dior to impress her
She get what she want when I say
That's why that lil bit be my bae
We hit us the mall and go shop
New fits off the lot
We hit the club f*ck up your day
Tryna be slick with a bit
She came with me she gone leave with me
Tryna be slick with a bit
She came with me she gone leave with me
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Dulce like Dolce
Met her Sunday
Bad news
Bad news
But I still like you
Writer: Matthew Jetton-Rangel
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