Stranger controlls my machine

♪ Kept them losing track of their grip ♪

♪ Like my name was Dolo Mike ♪

♪ Yeah, and it don't quit ♪

♪ I think they in the mood for some motherfucking jig shit ♪

♪ So drink, what up, so ♪

♪ Gotta give 'em what they want, what's that shit ♪

♪ You gotta break 'em off something, he'll get it ♪

♪ And it's gotta be cool, tip-titty, I'm confident ♪

♪ That text play so unnatural, attention ♪

♪ Momma like a motherfucker but I ain't blin' shit ♪

♪ Talking about your shit that's making a sucker **** smuggle ♪

♪ When I move the mic it's like a cookie, they all formal ♪

♪ Try to get close, say your ass against mine ♪

♪ But motherfucking homie don't know it's got my back ♪

♪ Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip then I'm slipping ♪

♪ But if I got my Nina then you're going straight trimming ♪

♪ And I'm looking for you to put the rap down ♪

♪ Put the mac down, you make the bitches talk shit ♪

♪ I got to put the smack down, yeah, and it don't stop ♪

♪ I told you I'm just like a rock but I'm sick and I'm socked ♪

♪ But I'm never off, always on to the record, don't see you ♪

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