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Fat Tone lyrics : "OG Stack A Dolla"

[INTRO:]
Stack A Dolla (OG), Stack A Dolla (OG) (OG),
Stack A Dolla (OG), Stack A Dolla (OG) (OG),

Stack A Dolla (OG), Stack A Dolla (OG) (OG),
Stack A Dolla (OG), Stack A Dolla (OG) (OG),


I'm OG Stack A Dolla, $#&@ Rollin Impala's,
03', Northstar, Squattin on them scholars,
They say he got that scraper, I know he got that paper,

OG Stack A Dolla aint got no time for you haters,
I major in this game, Yall (*##$es no my name, (OG Stack A Dolla),
That motha$#&@er off the chain,

I told you I was coming, Now yall ^!$$%s runnin,
Shouldnt'f been fakin I wouldn't of never start dumpin,
I gotta get my hade, $#&@ getting paid,

If a ^!$$% can't get paid, I can't ride Escalade,
On 20 Inch blades, I mean I'm the ^!$$%,
Og Stack A Dolla got it locked like Jigga,

Jigga? Huh? Yea ^!$$% Jigga,
My moneys gettin larger and my pockets gettin bigger,


[CHORUS: x4]
It's ya homie Fat Tone (Slash)
OG Stack A Dolla (Slash)

OG Stack A Dolla (Slash)
OG Stack A Dolla.


(OG Stack A Dolla)
I'm tired of you ^!$$%s, all up in my mix,
OG Stack A Dolla give a $#&@ about a biatch,

Take it how you get it, Eat it how you %#@! it,
You ^!$$%s on that bull%#@! besta get rid it,
Cause aint go be no playin, My ^!$$%s get the sprayin,

Fully automatics, they be jerkin outcha hand,
(For real Stack A Dolla, Tell me how ya livin)
I can't be broadcasting, that's how ^!$$%s go to prison,

So I keep it low-low, and roll on the solo,
Run up on Stack A Dolla and imma hitcha with this 4-4,
You ^!$$%s on that gay %#@!, I'm bout to let that K spit,

OG Stack A Dolla slap a ^!$$% like a straight (*##$,
And still got them tricks, hooking on them plays,
By any means necessary, Stack A Dolla paid,

And I aint showin no sympathy, I know yall gone remember me,
Or imma blow some %#@! up like ya homeboy Timothy,
McVane, I stay, where paper chape-r be at,

(*##$ who am I? (Stack A Dolla) Please believe that,

[CHORUS x4]


You say ya bills do (*##$ how much that %#@! cost,
(Forty-Five dollars) Oh them lights is going off,

(The police at the front door) I'm runnin out the back end,
Don't follow Stack A Dolla, (*##$ you know I got this Mack 10,
Cause I aint going back to the pen with my homies,

Don't let them people see me, girl them mother$#&@ers know me,
So I stay duck-low, they wanna talk hold on,
Tell em I be back, leave a note on my front door,

Cause I aint got no time to be locked up on the weekend,
OG Stack A Dolla gotta be somewhere freakin,
Freaking? Huh? Yea ^!$$% freakin,

You know I bust nuts on ya sister last weekend,
But don't tell, I might go to jail,
She's only 16 but her bootys big as hell,

And oh well, I aint go regret it,
The (*##$ wanted dick like a phene wanted credit,
Credit? Huh? Yea ^!$$% credit,

And ya homie Fat Tone hit now I'm better,

[CHORUS x4]


Stack A Dolla (OG) [x6]
(*##$, the definition of OG Stack A Dolla is a old $$# man, in a young $$# body,

Which is sayin... Fat Tone gotta ego, you know what I'm sayin trick,
I'm Fat Tone, but I'm slash OG Stack A Dolla, yea, yea, that make since right there,
(OG Stack A Dolla) hahaha

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