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country dons - plugged in w/fumez the engineer - country dons lyrics

[intro: rokky]
dor*dor*dor*doro the chief
locked in with the country dons right now
ljs on the beat
plugged in with fumez, welcome to the country out at midnight, let’s get it
grrt, grrt, c’s up, shout out fumez the engineer, we’re plugged in

[verse 1: rokky]
before i pull up to my crib, lemme circle ’round in case (lemme circle ’round)
sweet tooth, you know i got taste (got taste)
day dates, chocolate face
risin’ crime rate up in my hood
the police say we’re to blame (we’re to blame)
wе caught **** with his baby mum, but that didn’t get him saved (ching, ching, ching)
it’s, that hot, i’m still in my trap spot
just took a l, i need my cash up
got*got*got an m on the stop and sеarch (p*ssed)
i can’t lie, they hit the jackpot
bare*bare*bare chat on the gang, it’s normal
when they’re at home behind the laptop
don’t flex on us like jk did ‘cah bro, we don’t kit*kat random (grrt, grrt)
[verse 2: maroc]
i break that brick in a bmb (whole one)
that’s fendi on me, no dng
the force come strong like emp
i’ll run man down for my cdg (ayy, where they goin’?)
she thinks that i’m handsome
so what? wiggle on me then jump to her knees
ayy, this one a freak, wanna bring her friend to the crib for a pov
and the kick*back mad on the dots
if you hear that ring, it’s like tnt
i gotta give it to ramz, he the mvp
in the trap, he’s like e*z*e (my jigga)
h*lla tools on deck like jcb (h*lla tools)
oh sh*t, that’s feds in the back
quick time man’s doin’ up need for speed (speed, speed)
yo, lemme give it to b (speed)
[verse 3: blaze]
feds know me, been a problem from way back
told this sweet one, “jump in this maybach” (skrrt)
five bomb yards, of course, we get paid back (ah)
me and cartel lock the game from way back (cash)
the plug love me ’cause i pay that (ayy?)
f*ck with my shoe ’cause they spray back (grrah)
all from the curb said they hate man
still got my drills in the station
sleep with 2 shanks ‘cah my girl gettin’ jealous
i*i*i*i love pokin’ tings, that’s my fetish (wet)
i’m the new sith lord, need an apprentice
max reload, this clip come extended (baow)
my sh*t heavy weight, no contenders
he’s an actor, coulda played in eastenders
cut*cut*cut*cut out the snakes and pretenders
come to my biz with some warnin’ offenders
[verse 4: rokky]
trappers (trappers), drillers (drillers)
dotties (dotties), spinners (bap)
i bet her bougie @ gonna change when she come ’round drug dealers (that’s facts, that’s fact)
whip that, lock that, man on a mission (skrrt, skrrt)
so solid in 21 seconds (gang)
can’t believe that **** is verbal
well, his mum used to buy off the members
[verse 5: maroc]
my first ever l was 25 bags (oh sh*t)
but no stress ’cause i made that back (made it back)
just one whole month and the t go ham
i still skrrt ’round on a drivin’ van (skrrt, skrrt)
the brick come fat like michelin man
that’s weight pump scales and i break these grams (big ones)
you would’ve thought man’s walter white, in my trap, come like it’s breaking bad

[verse 6: blaze]
come now, baby, ‘course i get busy (trappy)
thousand grams, i push off this lizzy (woi)
got blammed in his back
now, his legs don’t work, told bro, “what a pity”
she’s down to f*ck, we ain’t watchin’ disney (ayy)
got beef then i dig it out quickly
attempts on my life, try harder, they miss me
trapstar, real bad boy like diddy (woi)

- country dons lyrics

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