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Al Doe - Dyckman With Britney Lyrics

[Intro]
"I'll let you go free"
Oh yeah we gon' get it right
Off that Ciroc
"but babyy"

[Verse: Al-Doe]
(Ahh)
Property in Calabasas for the fam, you was thinkin' captions for the gram, we don't think alike
200 Dollar shots we don't drink alike, Fendi tags under my furs we don't mink alike. (Hah!)
Pullin up to Dyckman in a 'rari, drunk throwin cups at Safaree
Another homi, my pain kills, they dead still, even summertime I send chills
Separatin' blow in the pies, how many times I gotta show em it could snow in July (my nigga)
Dior fittin for the diamond ball, duckin all the photos I'm just tryna see Rihanna more
You niggas want the fame all I want is cheese, and I don't want no quarters, halfs, all I want is keys
I know they scared, know them niggas in PC, I know Jo-Jo, I know Tricky 'n D.C
I'm comfy round them gansters I was bred diffеrent, switchin' phones like еvery month cause the feds listen
They already know what I'm cookin, take my laces off when I walk inside of the bookins
Call my lawyer go see the judge, walk out, call my daughter go see the plug nigga
Niggas soundin soft here to change that, heard they robbed em, tell em call me I'll get his chain back
I'm sick of niggas talkin bout' they 30 coupes, I rather walk up Harley in my dirty boots
Fuck a throne Ima share blocks, anyway I'm good corner on the top of the mailbox
My first transport it was 10 of us, told me don't worry you good hop on the megabus (Hah!)
I ain't ever did the Shiggy dance, soon to be the king I got Biggie plans (Nigga!)

[Outro]
"I'll let you go free, but baby"