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donny’s revenge (demo 2) - dc the don lyrics

[intro]
trademark!

[chorus]
ayy, who that? it’s the man
walked up in your party with a glocky in my pants (what?)
he was out of pocket, made him do the shmoney dance (donny)
bro said he don’t want no smoke, but he gon’ get it on demand (grrt*bow!)
give no f*cks, we gon’ k!ll you and your friends (what?)
big ass pelly pete on the east side and that benz (ayy)
i’m a basic n*gga, i just need my whole advance (what)
rostrum clear the budget, now what’s up? there ain’t no chance (what? what? what?)

[verse 1]
ayy, whip it work, six feet in the dirt (what? ok)
i can’t f*ck these basic hoes, they make my stummy hurt (grrt)
act r*t*rded, you get hit up with this uzi vert (what? what? what? what?)
øutlaw sh*t, you know we comin’, b*tch who want it first? (go, go)
mac*10, batman, get your ass packed in (yeah)
tryna play bugatti with a baddie and her bad friend (yeah)
on the e*way, crusin’ white cars, stacey dashin’ (what?)
f*ck up out my dms, stupid n*gga, you’s a has been (yeah)
n*gga said “let’s work”, but i know he tryna cop my sh*t (what?)
yeah, they said “it’s all love,” until i pop my sh*t (what? what?)
his ho was callin’ too much, i had to block that b*tch (boom, boom)
it’s gon’ be a holocaust when i f*ck around and drop my sh*t, b*tch
[verse 2]
that yoppa make him squirt like a thot b*tch
pull up on his block, 3am he’s a opp b*tch
12 gauge shotty make him spin around and drop b*tch
i need all of that and i still got me a lot b*tch
since 2016 i been making n*ggas rock b*tch
i ain’t know she slit her wrist, i was f*cking with a rock b*tch
rawr xd i bet this xd going pop b*tch boom*boom*boom
[?] is with the [?] b*tch
and we running down yo door and we ain’t gon’ knock sh*t
and we gon’ take away his phone to his daddy on some cop sh*t
big jet lee got my haters in the moshpit
trademark can’t toke that purple drank, i am nauseous

[verse 3]
i just woke up, n*gga, swag on the thou’ wow
if you see me with it, then it’s real, b*tch, i ain’t bow wow
last year i was broke, now i’ma f*ckin’ cash cow now
n*ggas wasn’t flockin’, now they tryna steal my style now
like, b*tch you got me f*cked up
no, you can’t suck my d*ck layin’ down, get the f*ck up
i heard they lookin’ for me, boom*boom*boom*boom*boom, shut the f*ck up
we at yo’ spot right now tryna f*ck a n*gga lungs up
and donny hot right now, b*tch, i wish, you got me f*cked up
my ar still jammed, but i bet his ass get f*cked up
still chasin’ n*ggas down, boy, yo’ ass might get done up
you a grown*ass man, all on my d*ck, go get yo’ funds up
like, i can’t save that boy if he gon’ run, boom*boom*boom
[chorus]
ayy, who that? it’s the man
walked up in your party with a glocky in my pants (what?)
he was out of pocket, made him do the shmoney dance (donny)
bro said he don’t want no smoke, but he gon’ get it on demand (grrt*bow!)
give no f*cks, we gon’ k!ll you and your friends (what?)
big ass pelly pete on the east side and that benz (ayy)
i’m a basic n*gga, i just need my whole advance (what)
rostrum clear the budget, now what’s up? there ain’t no chance (what? what? what? donny, yes, sir)

[open verse]

- dc the don lyrics

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