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Dot Dot Dot lyrics
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Intro
Typed three dots, dipped out the chat Phone flipped down, coffee steam, lil' cloud of that You feel the quiet hit the whole feed hard Folks stretch facts like it's cardio, deadass
Verse 1
Post "can't believe..." then I grab a bite Back online, it's a circus, everybody hype One homie: "spill tea," other: "stay lowkey" I'm in the kitchen like... y'all buggin', no need They zoom on commas like secret signs Turn one line into mad drama times Auntie hit with prayers, cousin want deets I'm watchin' them beef with a ghost me
Pre-chorus
Keep it vague, let it brew Let the scroll paint what they do Three dots got 'em printin' rumors new
Chorus
Say less, they guess, that's the flex I blink, they twist the whole text Dot-dot-dot got 'em stretchin' in comments Say less, they guess, now peep 'em
Verse 2
Next morn, cravin' sweet, hit the corner spot Line snaked long like a fresh drop Chocolate snap crisp like a beat drop Pistachio melt on my thumb, I blot Kid recordin' close like "yo, that crunch" Homie whisper "hook me up," I'm like "nah" Just a snack, but it spreads like gossip Everybody chase a piece and a pic
Pre-chorus
Same block, fresh crowd, same rush Everybody hunt "first," get nothin' much If it breaks clean, it blows by dusk
Chorus
Say less, they guess, that's the flex I blink, they twist the whole text Dot-dot-dot got 'em stretchin' in comments Say less, they guess, now peep 'em
Verse 3
Scroll a vid, now it's "sus" or "goat" One bad angle, everybody quote "Where's proof?" "I heard." "From who?" "A plug." Whole feed build walls with cap in the mud I catch myself thumbin' laps too Close app, breathe... then back in queue We munch on "maybe," gulp down hints Then point fingers when the tale gets bent
Bridge
Auntie ring, "you straight?" I say "bet" She don't get dots pull up a seat yet Real world got fog on the glass I wipe it, see my face at last
Verse 4
Yo, back at spot, tripod on tissue Ring light glow like church on Insta Homie practice grins like script lines Other whisper "drop it," tuck smiles Barista mess my name, I rock it That lil' slip feel real, no edit Outside, folks clash then dap by door Inside, we crop feels till they raw no more
Chorus
Say less, they guess, that's the flex I blink, they twist the whole text Dot-dot-dot got 'em stretchin' in comments Say less, they guess, now peep 'em
Verse 5
Aight, real spill, make it clear, no games If you hurt, text squad, don't bait for flames If it's vibes, share messy, let it flow If you need dap, say it, don't code the low And if you post vague, keep it light, no shade Don't send folks crashin' through glass for fade Me? I drop jokes, but check my vibe Cause quiet can hit what you never tried
Outro
Three dots ain't facts, just suspense Sweet bites don't patch what you fence I drop phone, let room speak back Say less, live more, straight like that
Inside the recording
Typed three dots, dipped out the chat Phone flipped down, coffee steam, lil' cloud of that
Keep it vague, let it brew Let the scroll paint what they do
Three dots ain't facts, just suspense Sweet bites don't patch what you fence
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