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lil donald – figured it out lyrics

i figured it out they broke they broke
i figured it out they broke they broke
my wrist in the pot that’s dope its dope
this n+gga play with me its smoke smoke
i figured it out she a hoe a hoe
i figured it out she a hoe you a hoe
she take it all in her throat
she wouldn’t be f+cking with me if im broke
figured it out you a snitch my n+gga i figured it out
they figured it out i’m rich my n+gga they they figured it out
i figured it out you a lame my n+gga that ain’t what you bout
i figured it out ohh i think i done figured them out

they do it for likes and shoutouts
make a phone call get you shot out
my partner was straight when he got out
in that new motherf+cker then hop out
dis that white runts this sh+t straight from detroit
that boy get you wacked please don’t play with that boy
wake up in the trap with a j at the door
making a mess break a bell on the floor
he gone come back i’m a sale him some more
i made like three hundred thousand on tour
i spend a lil bit on christian dior
b+tches really don’t want d+ck if its poor
i do what i wanna do i don’t need to abide by rules
give that boy two of these racks and that make him slide on you
these n+gga smoking obama runts i never heard of that
that b+tch didn’t stay down with the team told her send me jersey wake up with bank account hit wit a lil thirty racks
n+gga making money in my sleep
you lil broke n+ggas can’t compete
i figured it out they broke they broke
i figured it out they broke they broke
my wrist in the pot that’s dope its dope
this n+gga play with me its smoke smoke
i figured it out she a hoe a hoe
i figured it out she a hoe you a hoe
she take it all in her throat
she wouldn’t be f+cking with me if im broke
figured it out you a snitch my n+gga i figured it out
they figured it out i’m rich my n+gga they they figured it out
i figured it out you a lame my n+gga that ain’t what you bout
i figured it out ohh i think i done figured them out

i let her suck it
i ain’t no sucker
i bought a twenty twenty motherf+cker
i took a hundred racks made it double
he ain’t even gang gang gotta dub em
she give me head so good gotta love her
if the s+x good too we can cuddle
n+gga it ain’t real war if we don’t tugger
n+gga think im p+ssy imma bust bubbles
she keep her mouth closed if i f+ck her
i call a shooter tell em riley rucker
ion even drank lean cup double
these just them louis v moutherf+ckers
just call ha bestfriend ion cuff ha
she ain’t my main thang use a rubber
get you aired out on tussle
ion need no other n+gga for no muscle
i drop a fifty on it that’s light
i wanna see a b+tch send a flight
if we really beefing then its on sight
i get you wacked before the end of the night
i blew like twenty racks on shoes
twenty racks on clothes
twenty racks to the shooter
wipe a p+ssy n+gga nose

- lil donald lyrics

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