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dc the don - own it lyrics
[intro]
uh, n_ggas ain’t on sh_t till i get on it, uh, uh, uh
n_ggas couldn’t be don, so they gon’ clone it, uh, uh, uh
like boy you old as f_ck [?], okay, uh, uh, uh (p_ssy)
[chorus]
watch me scratch that b_tch like b_tch i own it, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
i could crash that b_tch, ’cause b_tch i own it, okay
watch me wreck that b_tch, ’cause b_tch i own it (skrt, skrt)
givenchy boots when i step on the scene ’cause b_tch i own it
[verse]
donny sh_t going up, murder rate, it’s going up (yeah)
i was finna cop that srt ’cause they say that sh_t ain’t slowing up
ayy, in the function rolling up, hittin’ your ho with a shoulder shrug
i was finna bring my yoppa in this b_tch, and show my shoulder love
i don’t really think he like that, n_ggas gon’ check to see if he bold enough
spent six hunid for a ysl belt but this sh_t on me i can’t hold it up
srt it go vroom but this stick go boom, hit his sh_t and he opened up
spend a bag, hold it up, rep yo’ sh_t, hold it up
i took that b_tch to the back of the raddison
i got a whole lotta guap on my baggages
you not from milwaukee boy you from madison
well i stay with some shooters they f_ck up your [?]
and this b_tch tryna f_ck on the don and she african
i got a white ho she dancing like addison
i got a white ho she badder than addison
and i’m treating these ho’s like the [?]
how many rickys could i buy i’m baggin’ it
i rock rick every day on my momma i’m draggin’ it
say, “f_ck it go crazy lil’ bro, you be having it”
i know i’m heaven sent, f_ck i’m sn_tchin’ it
they say, “f_ck it go crazy, lil’ b_tch” i be smashin’ it
i was high as a b_tch, with my drac in the cabinet
approaching the don on her knees, colin kaepernick
i throw my fist in the air while i’m smashin’ it
i throw the wh0res in the sky while i’m up on the stage and your b_tch in the back, she be baggin’ it up, ayy
f_ck the promoter i’m stackin’ it up, [?], yeah
b_tch, i be buying designer, margiela, designer walked through, they start clappin’ it up
neiman marcus little boy, i’m cashin’ ’em out
i ain’t gotta say sh_t they start backing me up
i see broke b_tch
shawty ain’t tryna do sh_t wit’ your lil’ ass ’cause he be on broke sh_t
tell your manager hit up my team then i get all the guap i ain’t tryna do folk sh_t
this the way it don’t matter you won’t finna see me enough i ain’t dealin’ with broke sh_t
finna off on all of these n_ggas on the ‘gram this season, f_ck it
high as f_ck, ceiling fade, he came through with renegade
i know you finna run to twitter to talk your sh_t because you pigeon made
off the chickens peel em, fade, like look at him he villain made
they see me in la and the ho’s can’t breathe, she gotta ventilate
ayy, put that sh_t in her throat ’til the ho can’t breathe she gotta ventilate
don got a s_class too and this b_tch too fast, so how is this n_gga late?
how the f_ck i look good on the camera?
ksubi jeans with a gucci bandana
mvp gotta pass me the rock, sport
petal the metal i’m flooded (p_ssy)
[chorus]
watch me scratch that b_tch like b_tch i own it, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
i could crash that b_tch, ’cause b_tch i own it, okay
watch me wreck that b_tch, ’cause b_tch i own it (skrt, skrt)
givenchy boots when i step on the scene ’cause b_tch i own it (yeah)
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