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dc the don - mood lyrics

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glocky with a drumma it’ll make a n-gga backflip
brodie got that ak with the smithon it’ll wax quick
i can’t wife a thotty
i’m too hotty
please relax b-tch
n-gga show yo face
like future said remove yo mask b-tch
x2

b-tches call me daijy
f-ck mercedes
cop that fast sh-t

f-ck you n-gga pay me
f-ck yo status
or that stash b-tch

he can’t push his luck
russian roulette
get you a cast b-tch

b-tch you f-cking for my f-cking clouty?
or my cash b-tch?

i can’t f-ck with that sh-t
ima do the dash b-tch
i got oppies
but i’m never worried and facts b-tch

i can’t wife a gurbie
f-ck that birdie
she a wack b-tch

all my jays is dirty
up that 30
make it clap b-tch

n-ggas talking sl!ck
who is this?
f-ck yo rag b-tch

b-tch i’m number 1
look at my coat
don’t touch my raf b-tch

they say i’m too skinny
but not really
i eat fat sh-t

my bro he came with me
f-ck the plotting
make it fast b-tch

lil bro gone get reckless
aye
b-tch come out yo necklace
aye
shouldn’t have disrespected
aye
take him off the checklist
aye

b-tch you talking sh-t
not doing sh-t
but we ain’t let it
aye

b-tch you got the heat
ain’t shooting sh-t
i’m taking debit
aye

bad b-tch count my lettuce
aye
she got money fettish
aye
she got student loans
all her expenses hurt her credit
aye

bad b-tch named alexis
aye
took her out that lexus
aye
she so grateful
she say she said she gone wake me up to breakfast
aye

get the mula
money tutur
f-ck a cl-ss b-tch

cooler
he a loser
yo mans a crab b-tch

pay me
don’t degrade me
give me yo last b-tch

crazy
you acting shady
show me that bag b-tch

b-tch i’m in the club
f-ck yo hugs
(can’t show no love b-tch)

when i’m in the mil i’m on the east
(come say w-ssup b-tch)

let me clear my lungs
cough cough cough-
go grab my gun b-tch
brodie off the bubs but i just grub don’t do no drugs b-tch

like who gone take care of my og if a n-gga od
i’m hooping not p-ssing the rock i’m k!lling like the old me
i’m balling i left lone the 8
i’m feeling like i’m kobe

it’s over no ayo and teo
n-gga need a rollie

glocky with a drumma it’ll make a n-gga backflip
brodie got that ak with the smithon it’ll wax quick
i can’t wife a thotty
i’m too hotty
please relax b-tch
n-gga show yo face
like future said remove yo mask b-tch
x2

take me serious
b-tch i’m curious
who came in last b-tch?
delirious these n-ggas furious cause i’m too fast
so mysterious i hope they hearing it
or ima blast b-tch
they fearing it
these p-ssies tearing up
don’t make me mad b-tch

get the mula
money tutur
f-ck a cl-ss b-tch

cooler
he a loser
yo mans a crab b-tch

pay me
don’t degrade me
give me yo last b-tch

crazy
you acting shady
show me that bag

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