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dc the don - virgil lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
the way the driver outside, you would think a n+gga played for the major league
balenciaga got me tip+toein’ ’round the crib while your b+tch fake sleep
i could never trust a rat n+gga, outside, snitchin’ on say cheese
you should see the way we livin’ now, a condo in the sky, i’m feelin’ eight feet (yeah)
fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but i’m standin’ ten toes
have you ever had a b+tch cryin’ out you everything she had to live for?
lamborghini, laferrari, make her duck her head ’cause she gotta sit low (skrrt, skrrt)
remember days i was p+ss poor, so i promised i’d never miss, no (yeah)

[post+chorus]
gta, i’m usin’ cheat codes, put a combo in to make her leave, woah (yeah)
all i needed was a deep throat, now i’m ridin’ ’round, smokin’ petro’
texted me like i’m a assh0l+, had to tell this b+tch that i was steve+o (yeah)
now shorty speakin’ my lingo, told her, “thanks, bae, that sh+t was fuego” (f+ck)

[verse 1]
that’s another body, so it’s case closed (woo+woo)
it ain’t easy as it seems, swervin’ on them beans, so i need to lay low (woah)
now shorty turnin’ to a fiend, tryna crash the residence, so now the gate closed (woah)
my old hoes turned to new opps, so security stayin’ on the payroll (woah, woah, woah)
(f+ck)
[bridge]
tryna cause more stress
blowin’ smoke in the air (woah), cannot catch my breath (woah)
uh, and roll another ‘wood when it’s not goin’ good, uh
hit it out the park, uh, feel like tiger woods

[verse 2]
uh, on the move, so f+ckin’ high, i’m dodgin’ every hurdle, uh (yeah)
had a vision, then i made it happen, now my heart bleedin’ out purple, uh (woo)
let the f+ckin’ choir sing while i’m on the scene, screamin’ bl++dy murder, uh (yeah)
i swear i’m livin’ in a dream, wonder if i’m fly enough to be virgil
or high enough to feel gone (woah)
or real enough to right wrongs (wrongs)
or man enough to feel embarrassed when i speak the truth in every single song, uh (uh+uh)
a false prophet tried to tell me, “it’s about the money, n+gga, f+ck the purpose”
so f+ck it, i just load the nina, then i c+ck it back and hit his cervix (grrah, bah, bah)
and it’s still partially my fault
uh, tryna take a lot of me out of my ways (yeah, yeah)
i just swerved off in that wraith, burnt my tires all on the pavement (yeah)
then crash out in this place where a lot of people don’t make it (woah+woah)

[chorus]
the way the driver outside, you would think a n+gga played for the major league
balenciaga got me tip+toein’ ’round the crib while your b+tch fake sleep (yeah)
i could never trust a rat n+gga, outside, snitchin’ on say cheese (woo)
you should see the way we livin’ now, a condo in the sky, i’m feelin’ eight feet (woah)
fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but i’m standin’ ten toes (sky)
have you ever had a b+tch cryin’ out you everything she had to live for? (why?)
lamborghini, laferrari, make her duck her head ’cause she gotta sit low (skrrt, skrrt)
remember days i was p+ss poor, so i promised i’d never miss, no (skrrt, skrrt)
[post+chorus]
gta, i’m usin’ cheat codes, put a combo in to make her leave, woah (yeah)
all i needed was a deep throat, now i’m ridin’ ’round, smokin’ petro’
texted me like i’m a assh0l+, had to tell this b+tch that i was steve+o (yeah)
now shorty speakin’ my lingo, told her, “thanks, bae, that sh+t was fuego” (f+ck)

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