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the generals corner (country dons) pt.2 - country dons lyrics

[chorus: rokky]
i know these n*ggas are stuntin’
and they ain’t got money for war, so i ain’t worried bout nuttin
i ain’t wifin’ a hoe but im pipin’ her tho, lemme keep it one hundred
i feel the enemies comin’, i sleep with my russian and get to the bussin’
when i get to the bussin*

[verse 1: rokky]
creep round, do it bait in public
scar on his face, like hold up wait * this p*ssy ain’t tryna get justice
the gal call me up just to uck this, f*ck this i can’t show her where my mum lives
all my bros wanna do is just dump it, dump it, hit him in his back watch him frontflip
let it blow on the opps leave holes like a crumpet
she blow me like a trumpet
and she a ten/ten no frontin’, she bout to feel it right in her stomach
since i’m rapping, the gal are on it
she want slop it, and i love it
brand new dots i’ll cop it, i won’t chop it when i buss it
they do it for snap they gon’ die for some clout, splash total wipeout
ask the opps there’s no easy way out
tell the thots when i bust “i ain’t eatin ‘ you out”
funny how they’re seein’ me now, i just jeet*jeet then i’m skeetin’ right out
they used to try leaving me out and now they want a bring*in are you f*ckin’ around? ayo are you f*ckin’ about?
[chorus: rokky]
i know these n*ggas are stuntin’
and they ain’t got money for war, so i ain’t worried bout nuttin
i ain’t wifin’ a hoe but im pipin’ her tho, lemme keep it one hundred
i feel the enemies comin’, i sleep with my russian and get to the bussin’
when i get to the bussin*

[verse 2: maroc]
pull up, pull up, hop out the whip then beat it
love i don’t need it
i just jeet then skeet, i beat that once then i’m leavin’
i’m the humble one but i’ll get round there if they give man a reason
i can’t switch on my team that’s treason
had to tell my bro if it’s beef then fill up the sweets, we schemin’
it’s the trap you belive in, the pack come morning, gone by the evenin’
i don’t see these dons, they hide when we seekin’
and if i eat then the whole teams eatin’
she wanna talk about cuff man, sh*t they’re mad
she must be dreamin’
that’s dirty sprite in my hand in my cup, i’m lean * leaning
m*way trips, that’s gallons of petrol
it’s a bag when we step with these buss down bezels
hundred k just on kettles
and we started with footwork, now it’s pub work my jigga that’s different levels
we got four litres that’s german whips on the road, no need for the rentals
dem boy weak, come snap like pencils
[chorus: rokky]
i know these n*ggas are stuntin’
and they ain’t got money for war, so i ain’t worried bout nuttin
i ain’t wifin’ a hoe but im pipin’ her tho, lemme keep it one hundred
i feel the enemies comin’, i sleep with my russian and get to the bussin’
when i get to the bussin*

[verse 3: blaze]
they wanna know where we been
done told you if the music don’t work i’m out here servin’ to fiends
the opps don’t trap, they’re a bunch of thieves
life’s changing, can’t even relax
i’m watched by feds, opps talk gas
when we get points on them they snitch, now i got feds at my gaff
but true say, it’s taking off
if a opp touches me i’m baking em off
burberry drip right down to my socks
yo come get dish, your girl is the tops
she loves that i’m wreckless, wake her in the morning like “here’s your breakfast”
we’re still independet, vvs stones all up in my pendant
i just want meals and a house in venice, big man don’t get jealous
or i might take your precious, i’m a menace, mum should’a named me dennis
servin’ shots but i don’t play tennis
reload lookin’ like mount everest
yard’s like a fort can’t get in my premises
put my dargies on the “world’s most fed” list

- country dons lyrics

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