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Dessy Dee - Pablo Lyrics



Dessy Dee - Pablo Lyrics
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Dobar veer moja, obine spetnaga
Moja rada s tebe ga
Moja rada s tebe ga
Money Productions
If a nigga got a problem, if a bitch want smoke
Biggie selling pounds, shorty gon' swing that dope
Walking on the damn house, a lot of f*ck niggas broke
If I show the diamonds, got you bet your bitch gon' choke
Never stressed about no bitch, cause I ain't bout that life
Double cups, double sticks, niggas hanging on me
Baby, proud of me, baby, let's go to Prada, baby
Thousand dollars on the watch, that's in Nevada, baby
F*ck your man, come on, baby, let's go spend a band
Why you talking on the net, man, that bitch a fan
Typing all that shit, like, do you got a plan
Baby, don't check me, hold on, baby, go and check your man
If a hoe spending money, then you know I'ma take it
If I catch my bitch cheating, then you know I'ma break it
That money mine, I ain't never had to wait on a waitress
Talking tough, hit him up, leave that f*ck nigga wasted
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Making money moves, and these bitches quick to talk shit
Walk your ass down, put that picture on their Facebook
Bitches want that cake look, but bitches got that stank look
I'm a player, I'm a boss, bitches want that bank look
Running niggas around town, got them looking crazy
Diamond blingin, diamond's real, but these niggas Fugazi
If I catch a nigga, promise, man, that shit go crazy
Real niggas pop, real bitches talk shit
Walking down on a Opp, my dogs bark shit
Double C's on her, bag, my bitches the baddest
Light skin, thick ass, your, bitches the maddest
Rocking Louis, rocking Gucci, finna buy her, a
Birkin
Never needed no job, because I'm already working
These niggas mad, man, I always catch these f*ck niggas lurking
Dessy Dee up on this bitch, I got the bad bitches twerking
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
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Dobar veer moja, obine spetnaga
Moja rada s tebe ga
Moja rada s tebe ga
Money Productions
If a nigga got a problem, if a bitch want smoke
Biggie selling pounds, shorty gon' swing that dope
Walking on the damn house, a lot of f*ck niggas broke
If I show the diamonds, got you bet your bitch gon' choke
Never stressed about no bitch, cause I ain't bout that life
Double cups, double sticks, niggas hanging on me
Baby, proud of me, baby, let's go to Prada, baby
Thousand dollars on the watch, that's in Nevada, baby
F*ck your man, come on, baby, let's go spend a band
Why you talking on the net, man, that bitch a fan
Typing all that shit, like, do you got a plan
Baby, don't check me, hold on, baby, go and check your man
If a hoe spending money, then you know I'ma take it
If I catch my bitch cheating, then you know I'ma break it
That money mine, I ain't never had to wait on a waitress
Talking tough, hit him up, leave that f*ck nigga wasted
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Making money moves, and these bitches quick to talk shit
Walk your ass down, put that picture on their Facebook
Bitches want that cake look, but bitches got that stank look
I'm a player, I'm a boss, bitches want that bank look
Running niggas around town, got them looking crazy
Diamond blingin, diamond's real, but these niggas Fugazi
If I catch a nigga, promise, man, that shit go crazy
Real niggas pop, real bitches talk shit
Walking down on a Opp, my dogs bark shit
Double C's on her, bag, my bitches the baddest
Light skin, thick ass, your, bitches the maddest
Rocking Louis, rocking Gucci, finna buy her, a
Birkin
Never needed no job, because I'm already working
These niggas mad, man, I always catch these f*ck niggas lurking
Dessy Dee up on this bitch, I got the bad bitches twerking
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Come on, baby, come on, baby
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
Don't call me daddy, call me Pablo
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Writer: Demario Dewayne White Jr., Dimitri Leslie Roger, Dominique Jones, Gionata Boschetti, Kevin Thomas, Richard Mcclashie, Tarik Luke Johnston
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., SUISA, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Soundreef Ltd., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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