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dc the don - bol bol & shareef lyrics

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fied n-gga with that penny huh
big meals but i’m skinny huh?
gang sh-t but not really huh?
embiid like i’m philly huh?

b-tch i keep that thang
i hit that stain
i keep that brad pit

b-tch i’m switchin lanes
come f-ck for fame
i’m on my mavs sh-t

rm on the chain
you know the gang
my mode on strav b-tch

hoe you know my name
things could get strange
lil daij not average

come f-ck with my wodies
you might go meet whitney
f-cked that over twice & she come back like frisbe
please don’t cross my lane you might end up 6 feet
he so f-cking lame
he a clone lil bruh a pip squeak

mosh pit like unvexed huh?
gdn my set huh?
say sum else get recked huh?
talking out his neck huh?
p-ssy my get wet huh?
sh-t might end up left huh?
i’m gone make a mess huh?
b-tch go get the ref huh

i’m gone get the rest huh
i might cut the check huh
hopped straight on the jet
then i spent 35 hunnit on a vest huh

true lil daij the best huh?
make yo -ss upset hmm?
yo b-tch want my s-x
so i gave her 35 feet up in her chest hmm

i’m bout that action
pop it like marilyn mason
run up i’m letting em have it
b-tch ima savage
clearly my diamonds be dancing
shorty just go on a tangent

im bout the benjis
doing the dash in ur city
cross double fs like i’m fendi
but i’m not 50
keep all my cents for 10 piece
i’m aiming straight for ur kidneys
gotta be kidding

i’m made my whole cake
i made my own way
otay
viva la coldplay
back to my old ways
role play
beat it up oj
get out my old sp-ce
gold wraith
feel like the old daij
back with the fro daij
08
f-cking these hoes aye
still on the road aye
all ways
it’s getting cold aye
pelle p coat aye
loaf daij
i’m going so ape
40’ my soul mate
bang bang
i’m in my own lane
you n-ggas so lame
too late

off that pill huh?
nyquil huh?

n-ggas be talkin
i pull up on n-ggas
i’m going in straight for the k!ll uh

back in days
i was stuck in my grades
now i’m balling like
buffalo bills huh

hop in the jet
and fly right to my bae
galaxy roof
got me in my feels huh

ima take her to the hills huh
ima buy her the new heels huh
ima take her to the mil huh
b-tch i’m dead -ss i’m fr huh
look at my diamonds they real yea
stop tryna cop you a feel yea
he said that he from the trap
but he ain’t never in the field yea

get the loot
who is you n-gga
f-ck a new n-gga
scoop n-gga
in the coupe n-gga
with the toot n-gga

mute n-gga
ima shoot n-gga
out the roof n-gga

oops n-gga
absolute n-gga
you and you n-gga

i got the keys
you n-ggas ain’t f-ckin with me
i swear i put that on the g
put that sh-t on me
i’m boomin on n-ggas so much
i feel like bol bol and shareef

i ball overseas
i feel like the b-lls overseas
i’m the boss so i see everything
i’m getting the cream
i’m washing these new n-ggas bad
they call me lil daij listerine
(gang gang)

huh?

- dc the don lyrics

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