lirik lagu dylan raps – government official remix
[intro]
yea
[verse 1]
i got three f~ckin’ lambos in the driveway
wait, now i’m rappin’ too fake
we up in this b~tch like we vibrate
f~ck her brains out and give her a migraine
f~ckin’ a b~tch while i’m high, planes
f~ck her face if she go on a tirade
i f~cked her, but she’s not my babe, d~mn
k!ll a b~tch if her period late
i’m so conceited, i hate when a b~tch on her period, wait
make a b~tch feed me grapes, period, make hoes delirious
seriously i hate these rappers, they’re all f~ckin’ snakes in the grass
(ex) hate when she see me with cash
step on these b~tches like a floor mat
my delivery on wax is like a door dash
i got more bodies than a wh0re has
i drank bacardi, i hope i don’t crash on they ass
b~tches now let me smash on they ass
gettin’ famous, might pass on they ass
plus i don’t know how long i could last in that ass
how long will these rappers last, ‘cause they ass
all these rappers come in last ‘cause they trash
f~ck with huey, we’ll pull up in some masks
f~ck a b~tch so hard, might pull out her tracks
hit my boy tommy for gas, he keep a p in the stash
won’t do a feature for cash, if the dude’s song doesn’t slap
i’ma go get me a bag, so my mom won’t have to work more
tell a lil b~tch to twerk more, only give her what she’ll work for
i’m ‘bouta have a f~ckin’ lambo in the driveway
we been livin’ like a blu~ray
i don’t think i’ve slept in two days
choke a b~tch out and give her a blue face
f~ck every b~tch on our first date
break a girl’s heart in the worst way
b~tch, i’m comin’ for first place
[refrain]
yea
lil b~tch
b~tch, i’m dylan raps
[verse 2]
i get drunk and start textin’ my exes
b~tch green like she can’t get the message
b~tch askin’ where i’m at on some fed sh~t
green beams, we don’t f~ck with the red sh~t
write down what we say, get hit with the lead b~tch
said you solid, we still thinkin’ you said sh~t
b~tch broke my heart, tryna heal like a med kit
if a op wanna try me, then let him
i might lay b~tch out like a bed spread
op b~tch get hit with the lead lead
b~tch left me on read read, don’t remember what i said
extra b~tch tryna f~ck up my credit
make her shake, now she think we go steady
i’ma break the b~tch’s heart if she let me
i’ma make the b~tch hate and regret me
i’m about to spend an m on a neck piece
got a b~tch askin’, “can we have s~x, please”
i got b~tches actin’ up ‘cause they ready
i got b~tches green with envy, they can’t get the message
i got b~tches overseas tryna s~xt me
i’m not finna let her know that she s~xy
giraffe b~tch, she been tryna neck me
clout b~tch, she be tryna flex me
you’re b~tch home alone undressin’, “play dylan, alexa”
when my song is on, she cum a lil extra
in my dm’s ‘cause she like how i’m flexin’
[outro]
that b~tch is a f~cking wh0re
f~ck you, all you f~cking donoho motherf~ckers
all you f~cking, “oh, dylan can’t f~cking rap”
f~ck you, f~cking stupid b~tch
i’m three natty lights deep, f~ckin” wh0re
f~ck you, sl~t
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