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zMilly - Don't You Dub Me (feat. Yung Lope) Lyrics



zMilly - Don't You Dub Me (feat. Yung Lope) Lyrics
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I put sweat, tears up into this
It's hard work don't stress we gon finish it
Shorty, bad from the hips and shit
Know she missing good times, know she missing it
I been thinking bout money
Four Five by the tummy
Hitting stains, would you love me
I know it's hard but don't you dub me
Don't you dub me
I been thinking bout money
Four Five by the tummy
Hitting stains, would you love me
I know it's hard but don't you dub me
Don't you dub me
She like the way that I move, said she open by noon
Or you can bring it right through
Said imma get you new shoes, you like the red or the blue
I got a 100 in trues
I ain't stressing on the heat, keep it on me
Alexander McQueen, she like Armani
If you play any beat, I can body
And know she rocking wit me, Know she rocking wit Z
Heart cold ouu, I told you
Play games aye baby that's a bold move
She'd fight for us but that's the old you
Take flights your ex just can't afford too
We gon Prada our shades real shit
I ain't f*cking with fakes no baby
Putting money on flights, we can slide to Cancun
Mixing purple with sprite, she like getting high too
I put sweat, tears up into this
It's hard work don't stress we gon finish it
Shorty, bad from the hips and shit
Know she missing good times, know she missing it
I been thinking bout money
Four Five by the tummy
Hitting stains, would you love me
I know it's hard but don't you dub me
Don't you dub me
I know it's hard but don't you dub me
Sweet by the hips baby you so lovely
You so boujee, come right to me
Smoke on this loose leaf
Yeah we finna make a movie
Like the switchy on the Glock she automatic
Baby sparking up while I'm cutting through the traffic
We just hit the Telly and she know I'm doing damage
And the Gettaz going up but can you manage
Baby come hop in my coupe
I'mma straight shooter lemme swish in yo hoop
You can bring your friend lil baby times 2
And that bitch hella bad, Milly throw the alley oop
We getting lit off the Casa
Why don't you come to my casa
And we smoking like a Rasta, I put that on my mama
I put sweat, tears up into this
It's hard work don't stress we gon finish it
Shorty, bad from the hips and shit
Know she missing good times, know she missing it
I been thinking bout money
Four Five by the tummy
Hitting stains, would you love me
I know it's hard but don't you dub me
Don't you dub me
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I put sweat, tears up into this
It's hard work don't stress we gon finish it
Shorty, bad from the hips and shit
Know she missing good times, know she missing it
I been thinking bout money
Four Five by the tummy
Hitting stains, would you love me
I know it's hard but don't you dub me
Don't you dub me
I been thinking bout money
Four Five by the tummy
Hitting stains, would you love me
I know it's hard but don't you dub me
Don't you dub me
She like the way that I move, said she open by noon
Or you can bring it right through
Said imma get you new shoes, you like the red or the blue
I got a 100 in trues
I ain't stressing on the heat, keep it on me
Alexander McQueen, she like Armani
If you play any beat, I can body
And know she rocking wit me, Know she rocking wit Z
Heart cold ouu, I told you
Play games aye baby that's a bold move
She'd fight for us but that's the old you
Take flights your ex just can't afford too
We gon Prada our shades real shit
I ain't f*cking with fakes no baby
Putting money on flights, we can slide to Cancun
Mixing purple with sprite, she like getting high too
I put sweat, tears up into this
It's hard work don't stress we gon finish it
Shorty, bad from the hips and shit
Know she missing good times, know she missing it
I been thinking bout money
Four Five by the tummy
Hitting stains, would you love me
I know it's hard but don't you dub me
Don't you dub me
I know it's hard but don't you dub me
Sweet by the hips baby you so lovely
You so boujee, come right to me
Smoke on this loose leaf
Yeah we finna make a movie
Like the switchy on the Glock she automatic
Baby sparking up while I'm cutting through the traffic
We just hit the Telly and she know I'm doing damage
And the Gettaz going up but can you manage
Baby come hop in my coupe
I'mma straight shooter lemme swish in yo hoop
You can bring your friend lil baby times 2
And that bitch hella bad, Milly throw the alley oop
We getting lit off the Casa
Why don't you come to my casa
And we smoking like a Rasta, I put that on my mama
I put sweat, tears up into this
It's hard work don't stress we gon finish it
Shorty, bad from the hips and shit
Know she missing good times, know she missing it
I been thinking bout money
Four Five by the tummy
Hitting stains, would you love me
I know it's hard but don't you dub me
Don't you dub me
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Writer: Milo Lopez, Zach Mills
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Performed By: zMilly
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Milo Lopez, Zach Mills

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