Dominique LaRue

[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 shit 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 [?] shit, all of the shells miss him Got a [?] with big titties, oh I know how to hit em Call my bitch Kiyanne through, she know exactly what to do She gone kiss em, she gone fuck 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 nigga I sprinkle molly in your drink to watch you fizzle nigga Manolo didn’t have to call the troops Cause this is what I do Ask my name, bitch it’s Dominique LaRue I’m just handling business, it’s never personal nigga You started to grow on me, that won’t stop me from murking you nigga Nobody ever told you, you should never trust no motherfucking criminal Cause bitch I got a Glock, and plus I got a heart But I keep it to a motherfucking minimum I ain’t got no time for you nigga I got a rose and a nine for you nigga That thing go bang bang bang When I lift and I aim, no pops for you nigga 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