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dc the don - rest in peace lyrics
[intro]
(astro on the beat)
d_mn n_gga, what the f_ck?
(ayy, this is a trademark production)
ayy
[verse 1]
boom_boom_pow when this sh_t get loud
n_ggas love to pop out when it’s hot out (what?)
bro kick, bruce lee [?]
’cause we carry chopsticks when the opps out
i been on the east with some knucklehead n_ggas and some motherf_cking white boy dropouts
i don’t f_ck with no 9s [?]
pop up at his house, put his ass to sleep
shorty shaking ass, clap it to the beat
they say, “daij, why you ain’t never on the east?” ayy
well, you a bird, b_tch, all the f_ck you do is tweet (get the f_ck off my d_ck)
[chorus]
glock in his mouth now he can’t talk (where he at?)
bullets hit his body now he can’t walk (yeah)
brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (where the f_ck?)
solid than a b_tch, never took a loss, ayy
[verse 2]
astro draw the blood, t__zo rest in peace
all up on my d_ck, i swear you n_ggas sweet
ayy, shawty finna wild out, think i’m finna ride out
said you got the [?] we can slide out
don got a tank, h_ll yeah, i’ma [?]
doing all that sh_t for a motherf_cking shoutout
gettin’ on my motherf_cking nerves
point his ass out, it’s a broke n_gga alert (point him out)
make a f_ck n_gga bite down on the curb
i’ma k!ll that n_gga’s kid, you know that n_gga daij disturbed
i’m in the club and i’m off it
i’m in your dentist, i’m flossing
toss up your set, b_tch, we moshing
big chop on the bottom of that b_tch
my lawyer said we got a case, get it dismissed
big roro called on the phone, lil’ bruh p_ssed
these n_ggas in the east tryna break back in my sh_t
lil’ bruh, i hit you, f_ck you doin’? bruh, i’m sick
i got a pack that need to be shipped
we got them racks, we banging the six
n_ggas [?] just tryna get rich
burberry tee with an audemars wrist
i don’t gotta talk ’cause the b_tch gon’ glist
bow_chika_wow_wow, ding_dong ditch
hit a n_gga, hit a n_gga, one time diss
got two sticks on me, lilo and stitch
uh, p_ssy n_gga, i’m hit your ass with a combo
ballin’ on these n_ggas, pass your b_tch like i’m rondo
i got thirty_thousand f_cking racks in my condo
eating eggs benedict, b_tch, where my cilantro?
it’s gon’ f_cking rain all season, where your poncho?
h_lla cheese in my f_cking pocket and it’s not yours
east side 11, b_tch
big talk stepping, b_tch
make the chopper sing, john legend, b_tch
east side n_ggas know what i’m repping, b_tch, don’t walk up to my section
[chorus]
glock in his mouth now he can’t talk (where he at?)
bullets hit his body now he can’t walk (yeah)
brodie switching sides, where the white chalk? (where the f_ck?)
solid than a b_tch, never took a loss (facts)
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