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donald duck p.2 - ak tarantino & d.b chapo lyrics

[intro]
ayo [?], what you doin’

[chorus: ak tarantino]
f*ck it, hoe, i’m ready, pour that f*ckin’ bottle up
hoe, that big bag bustin’, this that wobble walkin’ sh*t
my dawg a big man, he gon’ step if i go call him up
my white bl!ck came with blue stripes up on the front like donald duck
and he like 6’10”, kickin’ sh*t, no [?]
i brought in big sh*t, steppin’ in my brand new [?], the big l!ck
i just rolled the fattest blunt, i think i [?] fix this
why the f*ck so many stems all in my wood?

[verse 1: ak tarantino]
fit crisp, i’m whippin’ the big benz
on the drum that big sh*t, they wonder why i brought the wrench (why you bring it?)
play me two opps on the bench, line ’em up, see who gon’ win
fifty thousand on the right, ’cause when they fight, it’s gon’ be him
man, this switch bustin’ out these tight ass ksubi jeans on me
double*ds, man, i like it when you put them b00bs on me
double team, he ain’t fight back, i know he gon’ lose, homie
what you need, i got beans, a pint of lean, and blues on me (i got blues)

[interlude: ak tarantino]
d*mn
i got addies, percs, and weed
i got molly, bars, and lean
d*mn, sh*t
[verse 2: ak tarantino, ak tarantino & d.b chapo]
i’m gon’ rock out with my switch
they gon’ pop out with that bl!ck, i tell em, “stop and hold that six”
ayy, b*tch, sellin’ rock out momma crib
they talk sh*t, a lot of it, but they cannot say i’m a b*tch (no, they can’t)
b*tch, i go and make some cash, and then i f*ck a bag up
you a waterboy, still on the bench, i call you adam sandler
f*ck that boy up with the switch, might need to go and call for backup
in that field like call of duty, the uzi gon’ f*ck his back up

[verse 3: d.b chapo]
call of duty, bouncin’ out a kimbo with my guns
yeah, she like to f*ck with me ’cause i been number one
looked up on his phone, i seen the nine with double ones
yeah, that’s when i knew he b*tch made, and never shot no gun
uh, boy, i’m never lackin’, pull the drac’ out of my jacket, let it blow
i got all white bucket seats, you would’ve thought it f*ckin’ snowed
i be flexin’ with pateks, i like it when the wrist glow
i got b*tches by the dozen, and i can’t even name these hoes
i be gettin’ dirty, dirty money, dirty stick, huh
pull up, spin the block, and i be bustin’ with this thirty stick
come out drippin’ head to toe, it sound just like steph curry swish
i’m addin’ up the money, so i don’t got time to sell you sh*t
yeah, that mean i splash
hop up out the whip and do the f*ckin’ dash
i be gettin’ cash
lightnin’ on the feet, feel like the flash
i be makin’ bags
look inside the duffel, it’s a stash
yeah, i use the k, be slow hoe (what he say?)
don’t get on my ass
[?] don’t promote your music, i ain’t say that you could do it, hoe
it ain’t nothin’ for the free, if you don’t like it, get to movin’
i be groovin’, i be loosin’ all the cops when i be shootin’
got ’em fleein’ all the way, i don’t know what they could be doin’
ayy, b*tch, back up
tried to touch a pack, i f*cked around and smacked cuz’
i be rollin’ dookie logs the size of f*ckin’ mack trucks
b*tch, don’t try your luck
got a brand*new wraith, and copped the peanut b*tter guts, yeah
i copped the peanut b*tter guts
[chorus: ak tarantino]
f*ck it, hoe, i’m ready, pour that f*ckin’ bottle up
hoe, that big bag bustin’, this that wobble walkin’ sh*t
my dawg a big man, he gon’ step if i go call him up
my white bl!ck came with blue stripes up on the front like donald duck
and he like 6’10”, kickin’ sh*t, no [?]
i brought in big sh*t, steppin’ in my brand new [?], the big l!ck
i just rolled the fattest blunt, i think i [?] fix this
why the f*ck so many stems all in my wood?

- ak tarantino d b chapo lyrics

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