Dora

[Intro: Tay Joseph]
Ohhh, ohhh
Ooh, ahhh
Yeahhh

[Pre-Chorus: Tay Joseph & Sprite Lee]
I put the racks in the safe (Racks in the safe)
I think that I'm Diddy, the king (Diddy the king)
I shoot a hate nigga face (Shoot a hate nigga in the face)
They really know that I'm great (Really know that I'm great)
Drugs take away the pain (Pain)
Bad bitches keep me sane (Keep me sane)
Lotta niggas know my name (Uh huh)
Tryna kill me for some fame (Uh)

[Chorus: Sprite Lee]
I just wan' count up the cash with a foreign bitch
She know I'ma leave in the mornin' (Uh)
Call that lil' bitch Dora, let's go explorin' (Uh)
We was on the border out in Portland (Yeah, uh)
I don't even wanna talk if it ain't important

[Verse 1: Sprite Lee]
I'm in the VIP with some eaters
Ooh, that's a bad lil' mamacita
Take her back to the BnB, get some kiddies
Park the Mazi, I fuck out the pedometer
Boy I'm loyal to my city like Derek Jeter
I fell in love with these groupies
I like 'em bad and boujee (Uh huh)
Tell a fuck nigga sue me
Beat up the box, I'm like Ricks
I'm with my wolves like I'm in the six
I'm screamin' "fuck a opp", got the tints
This for my sons, all my kids
I got some Prada on
I'm in your city, this a different timezone
I'm doin' donuts in the Hellcat
Baby lets go to hell and back
Too much, too much, too much
It's way too much, too much, too much
Too many drugs, I can't get enough
I think I fell in love
I know my wife in one of these clubs
Like which one right for me to cuff?

[Pre-Chorus: Tay Joseph & Sprite Lee]
I put the racks in the safe (Racks in the safe)
I think that I'm Diddy, the king (Diddy the king)
I shoot a hate nigga face (Shoot a hate nigga in the face)
They really know that I'm great (Really know that I'm great)
Drugs take away the pain (Pain)
Bad bitches keep me sane (Keep me sane)
Lotta niggas know my name (Uh huh)
Tryna kill me for some fame (Uh)

[Chorus: Sprite Lee]
I just wan' count up the cash with a foreign bitch
She know I'ma leave in the mornin' (Uh)
Call that lil' bitch Dora, let's go explorin' (Uh)
We was on the border out in Portland (Yeah, uh)
I don't even wanna talk if it ain't important

[Verse 2: Sprite Lee]
Go, go, go, go, woah, woah, woah, woah
I can't pop out with a regular bitch
That's not your regular ass, not your regular tits
I call my brodie, oh she got a twin, I can't keep track of all my sins
No, they don't wanna see me win
That's why I ran up the score like 100 to nothin'
I let her pick out the best rocks, on my kids try to keep 'em on dead stock
I let her count up, I let her count up a hundred knots
Okay, that's a freak, wan' fuck around, bitch why?
All these niggas they mad, they wish they could switch spots
I'm in the back of the Bach with a motherfuckin' thick thot
Bustin' out her bra, call her polka dot
Put your money up, put your money up, throw them ones up, put your funds up
Throw it back for a real nigga
I got up out the bus like a Tommy gun, no Hilfiger
Pour me up a dirty Sprite, pour me up some nice
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, I think I had an epiphany (I can't feel my face, ohhhhhh, yeah)
No I can't trust these hoes

[Outro]
But I can't let 'em go
I think I'm Diddy the king
Shoot a hate nigga face
They know that I'm great, yeah
I'm great
I'm insane, ohh, let's go