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dc the don - virgil كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
the way the driver outside, you would think a n_gga played for the major league
balenciaga got me tip_toein’ ’round the crib while your b_tch fake sleep
i could never trust a rat n_gga, outside, snitchin’ on say cheese
you should see the way we livin’ now, a condo in the sky, i’m feelin’ eight feet (yeah)
fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but i’m standin’ ten toes
have you ever had a b_tch cryin’ out you everything she had to live for?
lamborghini, laferrari, make her duck her head ’cause she gotta sit low (skrrt, skrrt)
remember days i was p_ss poor, so i promised i’d never miss, no (yeah)

[post_chorus]
gta, i’m usin’ cheat codes, put a combo in to make her leave, woah (yeah)
all i needed was a deep throat, now i’m ridin’ ’round, smokin’ petro’
texted me like i’m a assh0l_, had to tell this b_tch that i was steve_o (yeah)
now shorty speakin’ my lingo, told her, “thanks, bae, that sh_t was fuego” (f_ck)

[verse 1]
that’s another body, so it’s case closed (woo_woo)
it ain’t easy as it seems, swervin’ on them beans, so i need to lay low (woah)
now shorty turnin’ to a fiend, tryna crash the residence, so now the gate closed (woah)
my old hoes turned to new opps, so security stayin’ on the payroll (woah, woah, woah)
(f_ck)
[bridge]
tryna cause more stress
blowin’ smoke in the air (woah), cannot catch my breath (woah)
uh, and roll another ‘wood when it’s not goin’ good, uh
hit it out the park, uh, feel like tiger woods

[verse 2]
uh, on the move, so f_ckin’ high, i’m dodgin’ every hurdle, uh (yeah)
had a vision, then i made it happen, now my heart bleedin’ out purple, uh (woo)
let the f_ckin’ choir sing while i’m on the scene, screamin’ bl__dy murder, uh (yeah)
i swear i’m livin’ in a dream, wonder if i’m fly enough to be virgil
or high enough to feel gone (woah)
or real enough to right wrongs (wrongs)
or man enough to feel embarrassed when i speak the truth in every single song, uh (uh_uh)
a false prophet tried to tell me, “it’s about the money, n_gga, f_ck the purpose”
so f_ck it, i just load the nina, then i c_ck it back and hit his cervix (grrah, bah, bah)
and it’s still partially my fault
uh, tryna take a lot of me out of my ways (yeah, yeah)
i just swerved off in that wraith, burnt my tires all on the pavement (yeah)
then crash out in this place where a lot of people don’t make it (woah_woah)

[chorus]
the way the driver outside, you would think a n_gga played for the major league
balenciaga got me tip_toein’ ’round the crib while your b_tch fake sleep (yeah)
i could never trust a rat n_gga, outside, snitchin’ on say cheese (woo)
you should see the way we livin’ now, a condo in the sky, i’m feelin’ eight feet (woah)
fifty floors up high, somewhere in the sky, but i’m standin’ ten toes (sky)
have you ever had a b_tch cryin’ out you everything she had to live for? (why?)
lamborghini, laferrari, make her duck her head ’cause she gotta sit low (skrrt, skrrt)
remember days i was p_ss poor, so i promised i’d never miss, no (skrrt, skrrt)
[post_chorus]
gta, i’m usin’ cheat codes, put a combo in to make her leave, woah (yeah)
all i needed was a deep throat, now i’m ridin’ ’round, smokin’ petro’
texted me like i’m a assh0l_, had to tell this b_tch that i was steve_o (yeah)
now shorty speakin’ my lingo, told her, “thanks, bae, that sh_t was fuego” (f_ck)

- dc the don

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