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dc the don – no melody كلمات اغاني

[intro]
what?
ayy, this is a trademark produc….
uh, uh, uh, uh, wait
trademark!

[chorus]
i’m finna cut that boy up like vasectomy
f-ck all that talking, lil’ b-tch bring that neck to me
krusty krab sh-t, b-tch i still got the recipe
b-tch i feel like mrs. puff they ain’t testin’ me
i told trademark cook a beat with no melody
stay with that heat- are you stupid penelope?
i’m on the road, what the f-ck is they telling me?
strapped like a dyk-, b-tch i came with that l-a piece

[verse 1]
wait, b-tch!
hold up, red dot-eem (pew-pew)
huh, headshot-eem (boom!)
pop out red bottoms, uh
whole gang silent, aye
seen him in the beam got him (bow!)
this 40 gon’ run in his wallet, ayy
said he pulling up, highly doubt it
pop out that gut with that whatchamacallit
air out this b-tch like i’m cj mccollum
no b-tch, i don’t trip i’m allergic to falling
shoutout to my city, i keep me a rocket
if he talking loud we gon’ get outta pocket
these rap n-ggas suck, all they moves i’ma mock it, uh
if you speak the tour n-gga stop it, uh
take it to the grave then lock it, uh
cook a n-gga up, hot pocket

[refrain]
wait, walk in this b-tch, they gon’ walk on my d-ck
never lost in this b-tch
new patek, no bust in this b-tch

[bridge]
my b-tch, she freaky, she wanna get d-nky
i tell her get lost in this b-tch
i’m in that tesla, you know that i’m extra
we finna lift off in this b-tch

[refrain]
wait, walk in this b-tch, they gon’ walk on my d-ck
never lost in this b-tch
new patek, no bust in this b-tch

[verse 2]
did it 3 times like the hangover
popped a molly, she said she ain’t staying sober
it ain’t over til big dc say its over
grab her heart and crash it with my range rover
girl it ain’t hard to be ruthless its easy
ask that to dre and ice cube, they believe me
ice with dasani we over to fiji
are they talking to me or are my eyes just deceiving?
i don’t know if i’m able, i feel like the weeknd
pop up out the bushes, creepin’
put him on the gram, leakin’, uh
in the full minivan, geekin’

[verse 3]
strapped with that 9, b-tch i’m goin’ insane
i’m gon’ c-ck that b-tch back and put two in his brain
you still think that you good just because of your name?
come to milwaukee, we taking his chain
b-tch i’m on my levar, told him stay in his lane
get him outta this b-tch, he ain’t really with gang
you weren’t with the kid when i was broke where it hang
there’s a difference between organic n-ggas and lames
goin’ dragon mode, nose blowin out h-lla flames
it don’t matter tho, i got immune to propane
pockets fatter tho, finna go ’09 lil wayne (on my momma!)
like a lion this sh-t can’t be tamed (fact!)
finna make dc f. baby my name
goin’ stunna, no baby, i buy out the plane
you still wanna be here but this sh-t ain’t the same
f-ck this industry sh-t i want money no fame, b-tch (p-ssy -ss)

[bridge]
yeah, yeah, ayy (let’s go)
gonna come at me, problem (b-tch)
in the hills eatin’ steak with the lobster (what?)
any cent to send a n-gga to the doctor (haha)

[outro]
dumb-ss n-gga
(bye!)
b-tch!
(stay out of there, stupid)
tough, what
(dummy)
(dumb boy, stupid, yeah you, lil’ n-gga, lil’ n-gga)

- dc the don

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