- DC The Don Mr. not nice 歌詞
- DC The Don
- I dont **** with niggas, thats why I be solo dolo (Uh)
Big RoRo keep that Notre Dame on him, no Quasimodo
What
Oh, yall niggas (Yeah)
What , what, what (Bitch)
This a molly, mix it in your sprite (What)
We gon send him somewhere in the skies
Every consequence come with a price (Yeah)
That's my nickname, not nice (Bitch)
He ain't breathin, **** him, let him die (What)
We go son of Sam, poltergeist
And we gon make shirts, nigga whats your size?
Rockin your dead homies like they mine (Yeah)
Life full of chances, nigga roll your dice
Bro is a tattle teller, do him right
You not a rat yet, you a mice
Oh, you didnt get her back, nigga? Big surprise
I dont **** with niggas, thats why I be solo dolo (What)
Big RoRo keep that Notre Dame on him, no Quasimodo
I was just broke, had no love in me
Hit the corner store, only a buck fifty
Had my brother Mani and lil cuz with me
Ma said, 'Go to the store, get a Dutch for me'
Came out that bitch, had some Takis and gum with me
Shared the bag and let them eat the crumbs with me
That's when I see four grown niggas walk up to me
Asking where is my hands and wassup with eem (What)
Go back home or this shit gon get ugly
I was a jit but ain't runnin from nothing
Shots fired, that's the end of discussion
Cooked the opposition but that shit was disgusting
Yeah, bro drink that purple drink, no Robitussin
She gave me super head, call her concussion
Bad little foreign hoe,she speakin Russian
Russian roulette cause we play while we clutchin
We cant leave no witness, period, no sentence
Guap, we tremendous (What), heavyweight liftin
Lil nigga, you dont fit in (Bitch)
Wrist work transcendent (What)
I think you should change your attitude
Nah bitch, you should mind your business, lil bitch, ayy
This a molly, mix it in your sprite (What)
We gon send him somewhere in the skies
Every consequence come with a price (What)
That's my nickname, not nice (Bitch)
He ain't breathin, *** * him, let him die (****)
We go son of Sam, poltergeist
And we gon make shirts, nigga whats your size?
Rockin your dead homies like they mine (Damn)
DC caught him body, movin like a zombie
Eatin calamari, singin la-dee-da-dee (Boom)
Feelin froggy leap, you meeting God almighty
Toilet dumpster trash, you niggas hella potty
Bro got thirty hoes, sittin in the lobby
Skrrt off on they ass in a new Bugatti (Woo, woo)
I got juice, lil baby, Scotty way too hottie (Woo, woo)
We just blew your momma rent inside of follies (Woo)
She get on her knees and pray to cock almighty
She need stamina, we got hella molly (Goddamn)
Thats a perfect **** in mix, abugatti
Skrrt off, shootin through the roof, Maserati (Oh my God)
This a molly, mix it in your sprite
We gon send him somewhere in the skies
Every consequence come with a price
That's my nickname, not nice
He ain't breathin, **** him, let him die
We go son of Sam, poltergeist
And we gon make shirts, nigga whats your size?
Rockin your dead homies like they mine
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