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donsolo - don soulja lyrics

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[hook]
i walk in the trap, in that oohhh
uh, i gotta k!ll him
said that you feel me, but i do not feel him
giving out bald heads, n-gga like ____
bad lil’ b-tch, i think she’s brazilian
send his -ss to the ____ now he really chilling
margiela my feet, how the f-ck am i tripping?
on his block like a top, n-gga we spinning
f-ck on that b-tch, her feet to the ceiling
tom and jerry, yeah, i beat up that kitten
sipping that torch, i don’t need no mittens
my shooters gon’ shoot, send his -ss on a mission
i keep a pole, i’m going fishing
throw a body in the water, now that boy going swimming
take all his sh-t, then i tell him good riddance
got a plug out bama and he stay with the crimson

[verse]
i got a shooter, he rushing, uh
you got the pounds from russia, uh
i beat up the pack, uh, percussion
one to his head, bang, concussion
that n-gga on twitter, bluffing
that n-gga ain’t really ’bout nothing
wrap his -ss up, m-ffin
serving that white, water, buffing
h-llo? ring ring, who this?
uh, uh, sh-t, a l!ck
old man finna walk down with the stick
two cannons, now i’m feeling like nick
look at his face, sh-t, nicked
uh, life or death, pick
uh, he in the dog pit
uh, well b-tch, i’m mike v–
roll his -ss up, like a raw, uh
you do not trap, at all, uh
plug on the phone, brrr, call
you won’t jock us, run him down at the mall
never on games, sh-t, saw
skipped school, but i smoke in the stall
ba-bad lil’ bittie, she ain’t got no flaws
ooh, i’m tryna get in her draws

[hook]
i walk in the trap, in that oohhh
uh, i gotta k!ll him
said that you feel me, but i do not feel him
giving out bald heads, n-gga like ____
bad lil’ b-tch, i think she’s brazilian
send his -ss to the ____ now he really chilling
margiela my feet, how the f-ck am i tripping?
on his block like a top, n-gga we spinning
f-ck on that b-tch, her feet to the ceiling
tom and jerry, yeah, i beat up that kitten
sipping that torch, i don’t need no mittens
my shooters gon’ shoot, send his -ss on a mission
i keep a pole, i’m going fishing
throw a body in the water, now that boy going swimming
take all his sh-t, then i tell him good riddance
got a plug out ‘bama and he stay with the crimson

[outro]
i got a mac, fa, fa, fa, fa
oh sh-t, get back
load it again, aim at his hat
take that b-tch off, now it’s no cap
trap!



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