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slash king - dc the don lyrics

[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 ?

- dc the don lyrics

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