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lirik lagu dc the don - slash king

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[intro]
donny

[chorus]
please stay the f~ck out the pit
i just f~cked that b~tch, and she fell in love with the kid
put that sh~t on my brother and sh~t
run around with a drummer and sh~t
ayy, in this hoe im a drummer, lil b~tch
in my face like we f~ckin’ and sh~t
i don’t know you, you know me, lil b~tch
you might be the mo~f~ckin’ police, lil b~tch
green lambo, feel like broly
girl, who them n~ggas in that story
they smokin’ gas, holy moly

[verse]
yeah, we on the mo~f~ckin’ e~way, all of my n~ggas they with me
i just rolled up me a fifty
tilly got that b~tch, and he tryna blow up the city
brodie just chill, you really on a thousand
he got a bl!cky anywhere it’s crowded
nah, i’m just playin, i’m just being childish
you n~ggas tellin’ i don’t want [?]
my new b~tch [?] and italian
hop out the back brand new cali
this b~tch got some “woah” f~ckin’ on a stallion
no i cannot stall, i get cash
like, f~ck what he say, i live lavish
taliban sh~t, fully automatic
with a big ass watch, go go gadget
my young n~ggas menace, savage
we “jack boys” like travis, b~tch
hold on, i don’t think that these old n~ggas hear me
it can be one f~ckin’ goat and this year i know that it’s clearly me
f~ck it, let up the ceiling, please
know it’s raining but i’m gettin’ chilly, b, b~tch
i say the rap game dead if you ask me
donny bringin’ h~ll like f~ck it, n~ggas ain’t gon tax me
you still livin’ tax free
my og had a bad week, i sent him 30k he back in houston like he max p, it’s crazy
[refrain]
rick owens on my feet, i’m feeling flashy
taliban, osama sh~t, we turn it to a track meet
just called [?] up, i said “big bro can you come track me”
i got some sh~t to say, these n~ggas atin’ like they slash king
but that don’t matter tho, ’cause all that chadder way too f~ckin low
you sound like childin’ hoe, say it with yo chest, what the f~ck you mumbling for ?

[refrain]
rick owens on my feet, i’m feeling flashy
taliban, osama sh~t, we turn it to a track meet
just called [?] up, i said “big bro can you come track me”
i got some sh~t to say, these n~ggas atin’ like they slash king
but that don’t matter tho, ’cause all that chadder way too f~ckin low
you sound like childin’ hoe, say it with yo chest, what the f~ck you mumbling for ?

[chorus]
please stay the f~ck out the pit
i just f~cked that b~tch, and she fell in love with the kid
put that sh~t on my brother and sh~t
run around with a drummer and sh~t
ayy, in this hoe im a drummer, lil b~tch
in my face like we f~ckin’ and sh~t
i don’t know you, you know me, lil b~tch
you might be the mo~f~ckin’ police, lil b~tch
green lambo, feel like broly
girl, who them n~ggas in that story
they smokin’ gas, holy moly


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