Fame School Slim - Dominique LaRue lyrics

[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** 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**, all of the shells miss him Got a [?] with big titties, oh I know how to hit em Call my b**h Kiyanne through, she know exactly what to do She gone kiss em, she gone f** 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 d**h It reminds me of the [?] who stayed at rest Just make the k**ings clean, baby we don't need a mess You know how god do [Verse 2 – Kiyanne] I said the gun under the pillow n***a I sprinkle molly in your drink to watch you fizzle n***a Manolo didn't have to call the troops Cause this is what I do Ask my name, b**h it's Dominique LaRue I'm just handling business, it's never personal n***a You started to grow on me, that won't stop me from murking you n***a Nobody ever told you, you should never trust no motherf**ing criminal Cause b**h I got a Glock, and plus I got a heart But I keep it to a motherf**ing minimum I ain't got no time for you n***a I got a rose and a nine for you n***a That thing go bang bang bang When I lift and I aim, no pops for you n***a 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