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Samuel Shabazz - Dotted Line Lyrics

DOTTED LINE Lyrics[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Put your name on the—
Make sure that's it
Yeah

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Put your name on the dotted line, now this bitch with SSR
Bend her over, fuck her all on camera, baby, you's a star (Uh-huh)
Show my face and get 'em on consignment, they know who involved
They bite the swag, I'm ballin' like I'm Jimmy, but don't hoop at all (Yeah)
Motor City finest (Finest), the 'Vette move like a Viper (Yeah)
I pulled up and shitted on 'em, baby need a diaper (I pull up and)
Talk it, but don't walk it, type of nigga, he ain't piped yet (Mm-mm)
Hold my nuts and standin' on my toеs, I feel like Mike Jack' (Michael)
Oh, you think you 'bout that? Man, I doubt that (Doubt that)
Typе of check that I got, can't even count that (Can't count that)
She just wanna fuck me, probably 'cause I rap (I know)
Try your luck and touch me, turn into Iraq (No)
This shit I'm in is Marni, it look like iceberg
Trendsetter, I rock it, then watch the price surge
Chanel sneakers to chill in to match her white purse
This broken heart, revenge made me heal, I feel just like Durk (Yeah)
Cool motherfucker rockin' Rhude while I'm hustlin'
Chopped and screwed out in public, keep the tool for the muscle (Tool for the muscle)

[Interlude: Veeze]
Oh, LOL (Yo, yo, I'm losin' my voice)
Yeah

[Verse 2: Veeze]
Beef, I ain't stuntin', made a mil', I ain't touch it
Hard on a bitch, get no kiss, barely hug her
She just not no dime piece, I don't see myself cuffin'
This outfit a five-piece, It still look like I'm bummy
Baby girl all on me, this shit here slick harassment
Shorty totin' a box Glock, he can't even be on camera
Put some dirty money on lil' brodie, gave him tetanus
You know I'm a king like in the trenches, no security
Leather seats, shit like white girl got a tan, boo
Way more freaky, she tryna fuck me 'cause my check grew
Man, I'm Virgil, Maybach status, I need leg room
I'ma ball the next six summers, check your FanDuel

[Verse 3: Samuel Shabazz]
Freaky bitch sendin' pics, but I won't fuck her with another dick
I can't even fuck her for the fuck of it
Heard you went presi', but ain't workin' for the government
She say she wan' fuck, but I gotta take her out in public
She be givin' hints, I be quick to change the subject
I went up from nothing, that's an upset
What he on? Don't trust that
Wake up, catch a couple bucks, ain't wipe the crust yet
Squad ball, she see a star, she tryna cup-check
Goddamn, you know we make films 'fore the budget hit
Look me in my eye and said she love me, I feel nothingness
Thought you was my dog, how it come to this?
We come from a dollar in the store, couple quarter chips
We was smokin' quarters to the whole 'til your first quarter, bitch
Knew you would get married to the game when we was courtin' it
Anything you niggas ever wanted, we was sportin' it
I ain't never give a fuck about it, why you forcin' it?