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dc the don – makaveli (og) كلمات اغاني

[intro]
let’s go mario
yeah, yeah, yeah
n_ggas piped up in this b_tch right now (what?)
gang, gang, gang

[chorus]
and it’s too many opps in this party
lil’ b_tch, makaveli my sh_t, brodie talk, he get hit up (what? what?)
walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up
smoking on exotic make him_ huh, make him hiccup
snakes in the grass, i’m a lion, better keep up
why the long face? make a b_tch n_gga lift up
shawty got a dome with some lil’ ass b cups
acting like a ho, got his motherf_cking b_tch f_cked

[post_chorus]
big frames on me (what?)
big range rover (what?)
my sh_t, own it (skrrt)
he’s a poser (yeah, yeah)
please hit me up when it’s over (what?)
fake ass cloner
that ain’t your sh_t, you a motherf_cking soldier
shе know i’m a dog, i’m a motherf_cking dober
woke up to thе smoke ’cause i hate being sober (p_ssy)
[refrain]
blue devil sh_t, i’m up in houston, i ball with the rockets
your b_tch on my jimmy, i told her to stop it
no b_tch, i ain’t john, i got hoes in the tropics
not a civilian, i roll like i’m gotti
you slide through my crib, but this sh_t looking garbage
young n_ggas too rich from the streets, we ain’t mobbin’
come to milwaukee, them n_ggas still robbing (yeah, gang, gang)

[verse]
big ass chop put a hole through his dome
i’m on ching ching chong with this lil ass blunt
finesse the pack, put the whole team on
finessed the dope where the b_tch can’t go
i ain’t tryna talk to a minute_maid ho
got balenciaga shoes, alexander w_ng clothes
give her twenty backshots, i’ll finesse your ho (p_ssy)
i’m a hip_hopper rapper, my c hot
energy turbo, my tool ’bout to spit fire
and your sh_t, know you big liar
said you got gas, but this don’t get me high, yeah
and i’m michael, call me myers
got 32’s on that b_tch, that’s some big tires
skrrt through your block, leaving marks on the street fiber
internet gangsters, i never could be cyber
came in this b_tch with a mac_10
i ain’t tryna talk, where the f_ck the backend? (what?)
run your pockets, n_ggas finna cash in
make him hee_hee in this b_tch, michael jackson (yeah)
glock with a beam, get packed in
cutter to my left, this milwaulkee assassin
my ex be callin’, callin’, see me ballin’, ballin’, hit decline and get to laughin’
hit my dougie, get to rapping
this the f_ckin’ second season
they know dc finna spaz, neck, wrist, ears froze, n_ggas still freezing
they keep asking if i dropped, i ain’t finna drop, b_tch, i’m finna blow
you can run up if you want, you ain’t finna run, b_tch, you finna float
stepping on the gas, foe’nem off the act’, you can get yo’ ass blowed
walkin’ in the pad, who that in the back? øutlaw got him by the throat
think i give a f_ck ’bout these n_ggas? he’s just another n_gga in my scope
lil’ b_tch, i can’t go
and it’s too big, the bankroll
[refrain]
blue devil sh_t, i’m up in houston, i ball with the rockets
your b_tch on my jimmy, i told her to stop it
no b_tch, i ain’t john, i got hoes in the tropics
not a civilian, i roll like i’m gotti
you slide through my crib, but this sh_t looking garbage
young n_ggas too rich from the streets, we ain’t mobbin’
come to milwaukee, them n_ggas still robbing (yeah, gang, gang)

[pre_chorus]
big frames on me (what?)
big range rover (what?)
my sh_t, own it (skrrt)
he’s a poser (yeah, yeah)
please hit me up when it’s over (what?)
fake ass cloner
that ain’t your sh_t, you a motherf_cking soldier
she know i’m a dog, i’m a motherf_cking dober (gang)

- dc the don

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