Tierra Whack – Dora (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Tierra Whack - Dora (prod. Teo Halm & Frank Dukes)

Tierra Whack is here with a new single titled “Dora”. Listen, stream, watch video, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Teo Halm & Frank Dukes. The video was directed by Alex Da Corte.

Tierra Whack Dora
Tierra Whack Dora

There is absolutely nobody that can do what Tierra Whack does the way she does it. The Philadelphia rapper is unlike anything we’ve seen in ages, bringing her own wild world to the forefront and showcasing it with her visual album Whack World.

Whack has been letting the project sit with us for the last year and, last night, she decided that enough was enough.

Tierra Whack – Dora (prod. Teo Halm & Frank Dukes)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da) I like nice things
(ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Buy me nice things
(ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da) Give me compliments
(ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Please have common sense

[Verse 1]
Open the Dora
Tell her that you ready to explore
Yeah, Aventador
Yeah, I had to chalk him, I got bored
Uh, I need support
Like a sports bra, bae, I need support
I say less is best, but I need more
Shoulda took me shoppin’ to the store

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with you no more
When I go to sleep, Gucci sheets now
Goin’ out to eat, don’t eat no meat now
Yeah we from the streets, you get a beat-down
Skin tanned ’cause we livin’ on the beach now
Shinin’ like a diamond, fine dinin’
Forty thousand, turn that shit to fifty thousand
Bitch I’m wildin’, stranded on an island
Money pilin’, Rolex ’cause I put that time in (ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da)
Put the time in (ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, open the door
Tell him you got money, but need more
Yeah, in a Porsche
Call me a gold digger, yes of course
I’m in Dior
I think I just might buy me a horse
Basketball game, we on the floor
I need me new bags just to adore

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with you no more
When I go to sleep, Gucci sheets now
Goin’ out to eat, don’t eat no meat now
Yeah we from the streets, you get a beat-down
Skin tanned ’cause we livin’ on the beach now
Shinin’ like a diamond, fine dinin’
Forty thousand, turn that shit to fifty thousand
Bitch I’m wildin’, stranded on an island
Money pilin’, Rolex ’cause I put that time in (ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da)
Put the time in (ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)

[Verse 3]
Yeah, open the door
Tell ’em that you tired of bein’ poor (I need change, nigga)
Yeah, style galore
Pull up in a tank, ready for war
Thank the Lord
Got my passport, took me on tour
Tried to ride the wave, now all aboard
Champagne for the pain, can you pour?

[Outro]
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
You got me fucked up
(ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-da)
(ba-da-da-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)

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