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conversations.value: Write me a song called Double R with the following description: Ty Dolla $ign reunites with Lil Durk on “Double R,” the eighth track off of Featuring Ty Dolla $ign. The two artists flex their copious fame with their respective lavish and hedonistic lifestyles.
  They discuss receiving oral sex in a Rolls-Royce, or “double R,” in slang, since the two words in the car name both start with an “R.” On Ty’s August 2020 single, “Expensive,” which succeeds this song on the album, he mentioned the car in the chorus:
  Lambo or the double R truck, yeah, yeah Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
  Oh, oh, yeah
  (
  Damn, James
  )
  (
  Off to Neverland
  )
  Ooh yeah (
  Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign
  )
  [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
  I was deep, I was deep in it
  She see the stars, she see the stars in it
  I got a freak, I got a freak, yeah
  I had to park, had to park my shit
  Say that man a broke boy, I'm the opposite
  Staring in the mirror, she a narcissist
  I got hitters with me, they like popping shit
  I got red bottoms with the ostrich
  Getting toppy in the Dawn
  I'm on my boss shit, told that ho don't gossip
  Maybach getting top in the Dawn
  Yeah, I'm on my boss shit, told that bitch don't gossip, yeah
  [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  I was laid back getting neck in the double R
  Laid back getting neck in the double R
  Laid back getting neck in the double R
  I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah
  She said she want a rockstar, yeah
  She wanna be a popstar, yeah (Double R)
  Folded in the double R, yeah (Double R)
  Rich sex in the double R [Verse 2: Lil Durk]
  Do the dash in the Lamb', got her busting on my seats
  Get my pants out the mail, I don't usually wear a crease
  Caught a case, I got my gun still, I got a high speed
  You won't catch a nigga broke if he standing by me
  I done fucked majority of the models off of IG
  And I need some Percocets, yes, just like caffeine
  I done took a fuckin' jet, I ain't bring an ID
  She ain't fuck-you-when-she-met-you type, she can't come 'round me
  Prada shoes 'cause she proud of me
  Lot of blues like I'm bangin' C
  Blow my phone up getting head, I let it ring
  Baguettey daddy, baguettey the wedding ring
  Gotta go and chase a check, bitch, that is my job
  I be laughing to the bank, all blues, haha
  Give you head (Nah-nah), give you bread (Nah, nah)
  See, I don't do that in my car
  [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  Laid back getting neck in the double R
  Laid back getting neck in the double R
  Laid back getting neck in the double R
  I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah
  She said she want a rockstar, yeah
  She wanna be a popstar, yeah
  Folded in the double R, yeah
  Rich sex in the double R