Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, uh,
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor, ayy
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy,
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor,
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
New Lambo, green like matcha, drive it through Japan
I order the wagyu lobster, this has always been the plan, ayy
Five star plus Yung Dosu, it's a fye consensus score
Once they see what I can do, they gon' add a couple more
Bitch, I'm livin' in the States, I probably buy gas at the store
I record my shit on iPhone, look like I hired IMAX for it, ayy
Walkin' down to floor seats, only way I'm moving down
To that joint I'm adding more keef, it'll way about a pound, ayy
My name is Yung Dosu, I ain't here to mess around
They all thought there couldn't be more, I invent another sound, ayy
Five star plus Yung Dosu, and it ain't no compromise
Bitch, I'm thumbin' through these hundreds in these brand-new Tommy slides, ayy
Hard work for the talent, with the flexin' I don't try
Bitch I'm off to eat some salmon on the island of Kauai
The papaya-colored polo, it'll probably catch your eye
All my diamonds shine in slo-mo, they reflectin' off the sky, uh
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor, ayy
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy,
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy,
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
Yung Dosu - Saks Lyrics
Yung Dosu - Saks Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, uh,
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor, ayy
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy,
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor,
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
New Lambo, green like matcha, drive it through Japan
I order the wagyu lobster, this has always been the plan, ayy
Five star plus Yung Dosu, it's a fye consensus score
Once they see what I can do, they gon' add a couple more
Bitch, I'm livin' in the States, I probably buy gas at the store
I record my shit on iPhone, look like I hired IMAX for it, ayy
Walkin' down to floor seats, only way I'm moving down
To that joint I'm adding more keef, it'll way about a pound, ayy
My name is Yung Dosu, I ain't here to mess around
They all thought there couldn't be more, I invent another sound, ayy
Five star plus Yung Dosu, and it ain't no compromise
Bitch, I'm thumbin' through these hundreds in these brand-new Tommy slides, ayy
Hard work for the talent, with the flexin' I don't try
Bitch I'm off to eat some salmon on the island of Kauai
The papaya-colored polo, it'll probably catch your eye
All my diamonds shine in slo-mo, they reflectin' off the sky, uh
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor, ayy
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy,
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy,
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor, ayy
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy,
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor,
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
New Lambo, green like matcha, drive it through Japan
I order the wagyu lobster, this has always been the plan, ayy
Five star plus Yung Dosu, it's a fye consensus score
Once they see what I can do, they gon' add a couple more
Bitch, I'm livin' in the States, I probably buy gas at the store
I record my shit on iPhone, look like I hired IMAX for it, ayy
Walkin' down to floor seats, only way I'm moving down
To that joint I'm adding more keef, it'll way about a pound, ayy
My name is Yung Dosu, I ain't here to mess around
They all thought there couldn't be more, I invent another sound, ayy
Five star plus Yung Dosu, and it ain't no compromise
Bitch, I'm thumbin' through these hundreds in these brand-new Tommy slides, ayy
Hard work for the talent, with the flexin' I don't try
Bitch I'm off to eat some salmon on the island of Kauai
The papaya-colored polo, it'll probably catch your eye
All my diamonds shine in slo-mo, they reflectin' off the sky, uh
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor, ayy
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy,
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
Drop top my two door, ayy
Copping new decor
We runnin' up the score
How much do I want? It's more, ayy
Trips right out to NYC
I gotta go to Saks, ayy,
They all used to laugh, ayy
Now they clap for Dosu
Writer: Brandon Mullen
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