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dc the don - fiu lyrics

[intro]
like dk
do this to em man

[pre+chorus]
look, game call dont steady
n+ggas said lil daij weren’t ready, but i ball out like fetty
this how i feel when a n+gga go ape sh+t
now your d+mn weight feeling heavy
i’m like liu kang with machete
i’m like chef boy with spaghetti (word up)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up, f+ck it up
call me deebo n+ggas strapped, to the b+tton up
imma demon, i’m the ghost to the predator
i’m the offspring of my lord, and i’m cellular
imma leader, imma god, i ain’t’ regular
imma savage, imma goon, and competitor
imma soldier n+gga, check out my character
imma flow right on yo b+tch better cherish her, yea
in the role like kenny, (whoa)
lifestyle jimmy
i’m the captain like benny (yea)
[?]
watch ya mouth and watch ya tone (tone)
he ain’t don he a clone (no)
brodies callin’ up my phone (btrrt)
i’m busy leave me alone (yea)
i’m working b+tch i’m in my zone (zone)
she prolly callin’ for a loan (yea)
i wasn’t cute when i was down and up
but now she think i’m s+xy cause i’m long (woo)
goofy b+tches you a dub (dub)
purple heart, it’s like love
as a polar bear imma walk a mat, take yo shoes off at the rug
(esketit)
go to the mall imma f+ck it up
gotta keep me two bras so i cuddled up
dont f+ck with these new n+ggas i b+tton up, (yea)
louis pin draws when i bundled up (yea)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (wha?)
my n+ggas walk down they gon’ f+ck it up (wha?)
gotta keep me two bags in that duffle truck (wha?)
if that n+gga talk down it’s a uppercut
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (yea)
hold on lil bih, f+ck it up (yea)
don’t be cryin’ round me better suck it up (yea)
cause on god, on the gang i don’t give a f+ck (woo)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up
wait that lil bih like f+ck it up
just hold on lil bih, while we f+ck it up
pull up on these little n+ggas and shot em up

[verse]
[?] now i’m boujee, (ay)
don showed up it’s a movie (ay)
i look like gucci up in gucci (brr)
don’t wipe me down b+tch i ain’t boosie (yea)
don’t touch my sweater b+tch it’s coochie (wha?)
don’t ride the car if its a houthi (wha?)
don’t talk about me if you blew me (yea)
don’t call bro unless you knew me (baa)
don’t talk about me unless you know me (baa)
it’s strive mode fro kobe (woo)
issa pink face ice rolly (yea)
primetime can’t hold me (yea)
20 seconds on the clock, (wha?)
4th quarter and im hot (what else?)
russell westbrook triple double
imma problem n+ggas can’t stop
(esketit)
you said you bout it n+gga show me (yea)
you said you packin’ with a tolly (yea)
i’m ripped shirt hulk hogan (wha)
you lil brodie not the homie (huh?)
you said you whippin witta foreign (huh?)
you sleepin n+gga stop snorin (huh?)
i run this sh+t like im usain
been on so long it’s getting borin
yea
k!llin these n+ggas, feelin like i’m jordan
summertime now, a n+gga start tourin
make a little money b+tches start whorin
fiji my neck, then diamonds start pourin
yea
daij on the sailor sh+t, i’ve been soarin’
pull out the lot my angel start roarin’ (yea)
we up and finally got this b+tch storin’ (yea)
leave yo phone at the door, and no recording (esketit)
[chorus]
go to the mall imma f+ck it up
gotta keep me two bras so i cuddled up
dont f+ck with these new n+ggas i b+tton up, (yea)
louis pin draws when i bundled up (yea)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (wha?)
my n+ggas walk down they gon’ f+ck it up (wha?)
gotta keep me two bags in that duffle truck (wha?)
if that n+gga talk down it’s a uppercut
f+ck it up, f+ck it up (yea)
hold on lil bih, f+ck it up (yea)
don’t be cryin’ round me better suck it up (yea)
cause on god, on the gang i don’t give a f+ck (woo)
f+ck it up, f+ck it up
wait that lil bih like f+ck it up
just hold on lil bih, while we f+ck it up
pull up on these little n+ggas and shot em up

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