200 My Dash Lyrics

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The Plug

[Chorus]
200 my dash
I hope I don't crash
I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
I know why you mad
Cause I got that cash
I'm flexin' my bag

[Bridge]
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[Verse 1]
Hold up
My new girl yeah that sh*t is fugar
Got the chopper with no holster
That sh*t might knock on my shoulder
I start the fan on my (I love my plug)
Drive in the Lamb like a lotus
[?] told me to slow up
Speed around in with a donut
I had your girl I won't hold up
I found out she a deep throater
She suck my dick like a stick (Yah)
I told that girl that I'm reloaded
.30 rounds all in my clip (Yah)
And my [?]
Money so thick I can't fold it
Can't fit in my pockets so I [?] it
Double cup I ain't with bullsh*t
Diamonds they hit like the ocean
Carry my shirt cause it's Gucci
Scope with the aim on the Ruger
Swervin the [?] the ruler
I hit the shot with the floater
I flooded AP, that Rollie
I got that bread in the toaster
I got that bread in the toaster

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[Chorus]
200 my dash
I hope I don't crash
I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
I know why you mad
Cause I got that cash
I'm flexin' my bag

[Verse 2]
Don't want no sex you bitch
She want the neck, you bitch
You try to act like you like me
She want a check, you bitch
Can't get a check, you bitch
Pull out a hundred can't give my girl 99 of it I blessed my chick
You got your first piece of Rafs, you tryna flex and sh*t
I got so much money boy I had to rest my drip
I had to rest my drip
I had to rest my drip
I do not go to the club
It clear where my section is
Told her don't call my phone
Not with the texting, bitch
Don't want no messages
Feelings ain't catching it
Told her you talk too much
Baby girl rest your lips
Baby girl rest your lips

[Bridge]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah woah

[Chorus]
Yeah, 200 my dash
I hope I don't crash
I'm driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
I know why you mad
Cause I got that cash
I'm flexin' my bag (Flex)

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