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dc the don - alien lyrics

[chorus]
she on the molly, my b+tch with an alias
chrome on the whip, it look alien, chains on my back, i look alien
touchdown, top floor, london, i don’t do tags, just tailor me
backroom dealing [?] she got [?] dreams, f+ck it, i cater it

[verse]
f+ck it, i’m poppin’ out on my hater sh+t
you can just tell he be faking it
i heard you dropped, i ain’t playin’ it
cartier frames i can still see the fake in it
walk in the spot and i’m taking it, bad lil vibe with a face and i’m paying it
pass her the blunt, now she talking too much, where your friend at? i heard you okay with it
now she wanna f+ck, but she wanna see
i popped out alone, i ain’t leave with a ting
i’m still in designer, this casual clean
givenchy cologne, i feel likе the+ (shh)
don’t ask me no questions, just roll up my weed
likе, shut up lil’ b+tch and just follow my lead
this b+tch push to start, i don’t need me no key
this private location, i land when i please

[chorus]
she on the molly, my b+tch with an alias (woo)
chrome on the whip, it look alien, chains on my back, i look alien (woo)
touchdown, top floor, london, i don’t do tags, just tailor me
backroom dealing [?] she got [?] dreams, f+ck it, i cater it

- dc the don lyrics

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