Music Video
Dottë - "Just Say Dat" OFFICIAL ft. Ben Rich x Whyy Ohh
Top Songs By Dottë
Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Joshua Rich Richardson
Songwriter:in
Michael D Grate
Songwriter:in
Y.O Camper
Songwriter:in
Randy De Boer
Songwriter:in
Ben Hubble
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Yea yea yea yea
You know a **** like me
Just really be riding minding my own
Yea
Fuck these **** they can never be
They can never be
Chillin in the trap sellin work out the bando
Young ass **** getting racks got bands hoe
Chillin in a pent house with a bad white bitch
If you was six nine **** would you snitch
Tryna sell a brick smoked it all huslin ain't yo nitch
Personalities some timey like a trick switch
Them **** ain't yo homie boy should of noticed it
You slippin my **** you looking lost
I cannot trust you I'm backing off
I gave you a chance I'm knocking you off
I get excited for the execution
**** got yo baby momma out her prostituting
How you coo wit I'm die with I or survive wit it
Show me yo struggle it strengthens ambitions
Chasin this money my hands is itching
Left my bitch house cuz she was bitching
My other bitch holding down her position
Big bro hit a stick now he is trippin
I love em to death but this shit is different
He gotta change or I'm keeping my distance
I do not come around fuck them
I do not come around fuck them ****
**** really act like they was bro
But where was **** at when I was
Broke broke broke broke
**** not a P you just a hoe
If its that then its that **** let me know
Just say that
If its that then its that **** let me know
Just say that
If its that then its that **** let me know
Just say that
Im really that this ain't for show
Just say that
If its that then its that **** let me know
If its that then its that then be that
But I could never be the one to be that
**** talk shit I don't react
To what **** do because **** be lying
Open up some doors they ain't see that
But they can't ignore how I speak facts
Always Ben Rich on they cheap ass
Bitches be trying and **** be dying
BANG BANG
I got a rep to maintain
Give me a check fuck the fame
Iiiiiiiiiii own it while they playing games
They why my drive its insane
My loc want the smoke he go crazy
My blooda Bick Back being brazy
I give no fucks who's gone hate me
Moving cuz these **** lazy
You know the motto fuck you pay me
We get these dollars on a daily
Keeping it trill I'm too real to be faking
Ohohohhhhh oh babbyyyyy
**** really act like they was bro
But where was **** at when I was
Broke broke broke broke
**** not a P you just a hoe
If its that then its that **** let me know
Just say that
If its that then its that **** let me know
Just say that
If its that then its that **** let me know
Just say that
Im really that this aint for show
Just say that
If its that then its that **** let me know
If its up then its up let me know it then
I done been to war and I will go again
I just hit a bitch and went and told her friend
The next thing you know here we go again
If you clutching that pole **** show it then
And if you gone up then blow it then
Cuz my **** Solid as bowling balls
And we knocking em down like bowling pins
Oh Lord
I ain't ever ducked no fade
I ain't ever ran from a ****
But **** throw too much shade
That's how the took ten from a ****
If I ain't strapped
Then I got my blade
Or I can put hands on a ****
Bitch better go yo way
Or I'ma start spraying with the killers
I ain't saying I'm the realist
But you can't pull my card
I done did too much work
You know I'm gone smoke my weed
I came from the home of the turps
You should probably keep it at home
Im giving every **** this work
Every **** this work
Yea yea
Written by: Ben Hubble, Joshua Rich Richardson, Michael D Grate, Randy De Boer, Y.O Camper
