i’m lookin for the dollar
i’m lookin for the dollar
i’m lookin for the dollar
what u talk about: the dollar
kayshdada Many mouth to feed
dondada lotta blood to bleed
thats why gotta be the leader
and keep this shit of the meter
whatup hey givin u the fever
with beats, ****in up yo liver
**** u if u a non believer
who am im, just a giver
kayshdada i dont touch the la
so what i’d rather steal a bra
take ur gal into my casa
and make her listen to my salsa
hey mama givin u kuduro
Angola comon shake da rabo
there’s a whole lot i gotta give yo
fhd lpdm, co
in monophonic or stereo
thank god im black like, Denzel
fly girls, they like me like im Vince
Diesel, one man festival, mizik’s a
vegetable, and i’m a salad chef
Dont get mad i dont need yo nana
im just here for da dolla dolla
girls behave how u wanna wanna
im just here for the dolla dolla
the d d d d d d d d
d d d d d d d d dollar
Mamacita, hey papi
Mamacita, hey mami
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