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  • Dora & Dolly – Serving The Plug (feat. Young Thug) (Family Ties Mixtape) letras

    [Hook: Dora]
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

    [Verse 1: Dolly]
    I’m cuffin’ that bag, I’m cuffin’ that bag
    And I’m feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    You talkin’ ’bout cash, you runnin’ up racks
    And livin’ good, hell yeah
    Jimmy Choos all on my feet
    Diamonds, they all over me
    Ear, neck and my wrist is on fleek
    Please do not get too close to me
    Baggin’ these niggas like groceries
    Had to stay down ’til they noticed me
    My shit on negative 4 degrees
    No hoe in my blood, ain’t no hoe in me
    I’m with the bullshit, don’t approach me
    I’m walkin’ [?] on me
    They screamin’, "Hey Dolly," I’m lowkey
    I fronted him bags of the OG

    [Hook: Dora]
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    I’m drivin’ my car, I took me a bar
    I pull up the Mas’, hell yeah
    I used to be young, I used to be small
    But I do it larger now
    These lil bitty boys, better not start
    I’ll shoot ’em to God, yeah, yeah
    I love when them boys droppin’, they ain’t hard
    I’ma pull their card, oh yah
    Ayy, hey do your thing, I ain’t stoppin’ you
    My bitch want the money like prostitutes
    I tell her to wait like a copper do
    I’ll tell her Dora and tell Dolly too
    Their informant buy everything
    Pussy nigga, better know they watchin’ you
    Free Unfunk, I got the Rolls Royce
    Now they lookin’ sour like a lemon do
    I was standin’ on the block
    And I had on some Jimmy Choos, ayy
    Never met a nigga dude name crazy
    And I was the general, ayy
    When my brother died, I lost my heart
    And I lost my ceilin’ too, ayy
    Lil Dora tell these pussy niggas what you gotta say

    [Hook: Dora]
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

    [Verse 3: Dora]
    Pull up sprayin’, fuck with the clan
    I’m ready to die, hell yeah
    Ain’t no free bands if you ain’t the fam
    Yeah it’s whatever
    Your talk is cheap, I got the AP
    And it shine bright like the whip
    You niggas done told, you niggas done fold
    You niggas know y’all know better
    I told my bro, I told my sis I got ’em
    That’s what matters
    I keep my work and I got a lot right here
    And it’s guarded with the ‘Reta
    Thugga I told you ’bout the bankroll
    These niggas can’t make us sweat
    We on the road, sold out shows
    I thank God for that

    [Hook: Dora]
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
    Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
    Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
    He down on Xan, he down on ten
    He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah