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dc the don - no melody (prod.trademark) lyrics

[chorus]

im finna cut that boy up like vasectomy
f-ck all that talkin lil b-tch bring that neck to me
crazy cross hip b-tch i still got the recipe
b-tch i feel like mrs. puff they ain’t testin me
i told trademark cook a beat with no melody
stay with that heat are you stupid penelope?
im on the road what the f-ck is they tellin me?
strapped like a dyk- b-tch i came with that l a peice

[verse 1]

wait b-tch, hold up, red dot him, psh psh huh
headshot him, uh
pop out red bottoms, uh
whole gang silent, aye
seen him in the beam got him, uh
this 40 gon run in his wallet, aye
said he pullin up highly doubt it
pop out that cut with that whatchamacallit
air out this b-tch like im cj mccollum
no b-tch i dont trip im allergic to fallin
shoutout to my city i keep me a rocket
if he talkin loud we gon get outta pocket
these rap n-ggas suck all they moves ima mock it, uh
if you speak the tour n-gga stop it, uh
take it to the grave then lock it, uh
cook a n-gga up hot pocket
walk in this b-tch
they gon walk on my d-ck
never l-st in this b-tch
new patek no bust in this b-tch
i wanna get freaky she wanna get d-nky i tell her get lost in this b-tch
im in that tesla you know that im extra we finna lift off in this b-tch, what
walk in this b-tch
they gon walk on my d-ck
never l-st in this b-tch
new patek no bust in this b-tch
did it 3 times like the hangover
popped a molly she said she ain’t stayin sober
it ain’t over til big dc say its over
grab her heart and crash it with my range rover
girl it ain’t hard to be ruthless its easy
-ss out to dre and ice cube they believe me
ice with dasani we over to fiji
are they talkin to me or are my eyes just deceivin?
i dont know if im here but i feel like the weekend
pop up out the bushes creepin, uh
put ehm on the gram leakin, uh
in the full minivan geekin

[chorus]

[verse 2]

strapped with that 9 b-tch im goin insane
im gon c-ck that b-tch back and put two in his brain
you still think that you good just because of yo name?
come to milwaukee we takin his chain
b-tch im on my levar told him stay in his lane
get him outta this b-tch he ain’t really with gang
you werent with the kid when i was broke where it hang
theres a difference between organic n-ggas and lames
goin dragon mode
nerf blowin out h-lla flames, it dont matter tho
i got immune to propane, pockets fatter tho
finna go ’09 lil wayne, on my momma hoe
like a lion this sh-t can be tamed, fact
man dc a baby my name
goin standin up baby i buy out the plane
you still wanna be here but this sh-t ain’t the same
f-ck this industry sh-t i want money no fame, b-tch
yuh yuh aye gonna come at me problem
in the hills eatin steak with the lobster
any cent to send a n-gga to the doctor, ha

[outro]

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