Dominique LaRue lyrics

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Vado


[Produced by Fame School Slim]

[Verse 1 – Manolo Rose]
Wake up middle the night, cold sweats from bad dreams
Thinking out his puto, I got to shoot him, wouldn’t believe
The sh*t he got away with, my mind couldn’t conceive
Came on the block, really [?] like Meek Milly man
With tool in hand, tryna buck em buck em like I’m Billy Dan
[?] sh*t, all of the shells miss him
Got a [?] with big titties, oh I know how to hit em
Call my b*tch Kiyanne through, she know exactly what to do
She gone kiss em, she gone f*ck em, then she buck em
Call it Dominique LaRue
Puppet master boss, I don’t play no games
[?] my name, take a picture ‘fore you take your soul out the frame
Got a fetish for the look of death
It reminds me of the [?] who stayed at rest
Just make the killings clean, baby we don’t need a mess
You know how god do

[Verse 2 – Kiyanne]
I said the gun under the pillow n*gga
I sprinkle molly in your drink to watch you fizzle n*gga
Manolo didn’t have to call the troops
Cause this is what I do
Ask my name, b*tch it’s Dominique LaRue
I’m just handling business, it’s never personal n*gga
You started to grow on me, that won’t stop me from murking you n*gga
Nobody ever told you, you should never trust no motherf*cking criminal
Cause b*tch I got a Glock, and plus I got a heart
But I keep it to a motherf*cking minimum
I ain’t got no time for you n*gga
I got a rose and a nine for you n*gga
That thing go bang bang bang
When I lift and I aim, no pops for you n*gga
That’s what the homies, the eses, the shooters, they scream
They begging and pleading for mercy
Don’t matter, the red dot is beaming

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