Текст песни Dough Pildin

Listen, don't talk to me about songs 'cause I embarrass you
24 karat gold plaques in my living room
Same character watch, know the fucking time
I wrap circles around niggas, on my grind
I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk

Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York
By the King from Queens ' Long Island
Hempstead two to your head, you stop wilding
Look at me now growned up
I turned out to be a legend in my own time
They say, General Bars, he stalks through the night
You can hear him in the ghetto
Where it's dark 'cause the light's all shut out
Shout out to niggas, put the pot out
When they see the boys coming for D, it's getting hot out
We hit the hideout couple hours and we back
Too much money out here to be anything less than paid

You know me, I keep the dough pildin'
Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging
We turned up in the street you get found in
Same spot you was tryina wild out in

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If it ain't the 350 it's an eye for a tooth
And niggas thinking they smooth
What am I supposed to do?
I attack motherfuckers who stunt
It's not cool, kids, don't try this at home
It's nothing to play with
Enjoy your young life
Don't fuck with them gauges
'Cause these shits blow off tops
Destroy families, see, niggas get shot every day, B
It's Mandy, don't fuck with plated numbers
Ever play me, get your money, my pockets is real cakey
My life is real crazy but I wouldn't trade it
No, you couldn't make me
Get this paper, it's the only way
We gonna eat food, have a place to stay
You tell me how the fuck is you gonna make it
If you starve, then you're cold and your ass is butt-naked
You see

You know me, I keep the dough pildin'
Nice and neat, low key, I'm lounging
We turned up in the street you get found in
Same spot you was tryina wild out in