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don juan - street nigga lyrics

[verse 1: don juan]
as i roll down the block with my gun hammer c-cked
my tags ain’t right, my att-tude is f-ck the cops
my rocks got my pants saggin’
as i lean to the side in my g ride
i got that -ss draggin
flaggin’ me down is some hoes that wanna f-ck my dayton’s
get them out they clothes and had them b-tches waitin’
for the d-ck, i told them biancas to follow
me and the cl!ck, we get them naked and have them b-tches model
i bet they swollow every drop of the nut
want respect with some pimps everytime i watched them f-ck
a 100 spokes got them hot
a playa hater turned mitch blade
becasue his b-tch got laid
at the same time he got played, so learn the game
remember young n-gga, all b-tches are the same
lame and blind to the fact we countin’ major figures
plenty of weed and 151 liquor

[chorus]
b-tches that come around, we don’t love them hoes
commited another murder and n0body knows
partying all night, we got the weed and liquor
’cause money ain’t sh-t to a street n-gga
b-tches that come around, we don’t love them hoes
commited another murder and n0body knows
partying all night, we got the weed and liquor
’cause money ain’t sh-t to a street n-gga

[verse 2: don juan]
my lifestyle is on the trip side
feelin’ like i’m in the sky in the clouds
kinda hot on the flipside
gone off the 40 ounce, watch me bounce
and serve these cluckers that fiend for large ammounts
every dollor counts daily
you wanna see a n-gga get crazy
n-gga dont play me, watch me grab my 380
and watch me blast like charles braunson
meet your death wish ’cause i’m finna start dumpin
always into something
homies jumpin on 56
another house pasty, kid and play ain’t got sh-t
hoes that wanna strip
ready to get freaky
dim the lights baby and let me get a quicky
drop to your kneese and gimmie a hickey
mid west side givin’ out the d-ckey
i thought i told ya
the game is risky when you rollin’ on d’s
hittin’ skis, making g’s, plus shippin’ out keys

[verse 3: don juan]
mid west side, gangstas collide
dangers when we scheme, fedachinie and triple beams
rob the motherf-cker, got him for his yayo
took about 9 ounces, gave him baking soda, now it’s play-doh
a g like me
see these b-tches gotta have it
see me rollin’ my acura, tryna catch me up in traffic
y’all know how it go when b-tches think you got no ends
but wanna f-ck you and your partnas
when she see you roll in a benz
dividends i got ’em, fake n-ggas i shot ’em
pop ’em, pump that sh-t with my fist as i drop ’em
bustas, i gotta stop ’em ’cause these haters out to get me
police on my -ss, these b-tches are tryna trick me
set me up for a dulo, wet me up you know
that i ain’t lettin up on my cash ’cause if i go, you gotta go
i make a dash to get some gas, so i can roll to the cess spot
caught me slippin’ at a red light, comin’ out amaco, the jack spot

[outro: mis rock]
say what, don juan, go off
kansas city
say what, tech n9ne, go off
missouri
say what, triple life, go off
kansas city
say what, mis rock, i go off
missouri
i want a street n-gga, counting major figures
give me the weed, and the 151 liquor
i want a street n-gga, counting major figures
give me the weed, and the 151 liquor
i want a street n-gga, counting major figures
give me the weed, and the 151 liquor
say what, don juan, go off
say what, tech n9ne, go off
say what, triple life, go off
say waht, mis rock, i go off

- don juan lyrics

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