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makaveli - dc the don lyrics

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let’s go mario
yeah, yeah, yeah
n*ggas piped up in this b*tch right now (what?)
gang, gang, gang

ayy, it’s too many opps in this party
lil’ b*tch, makaveli, [?] he can hit up (what? what?)
walking with a stick like a blind man [?]
smoking on exotic make him—huh, make him hiccup
snakes in the grass in my lawn, better keep up
why i’m going fast, that b*tch getting lapped up
say you got some dough [?]
acting like a ho, got his motherf*cking b*tch f*cked
big frames on me (what?)
big range rover (what?)
my sh*t, own it (skrrt)
he’s a poser (yeah, yeah)
[?] when it’s over (what?)
fake ass cloner
that ain’t your sh*t, you a motherf*cking [?]
she know i’m a dog, i’m a motherf*cking dober
woke up to the smoke ’cause i hate being sober
blue devil sh*t, i’m in houston, i ball with the [?]
your b*tch on my jimmy, i told her to stop it
no b*tch, i ain’t john, i got hoes in the tropics
not a civilian, i roll like i’m gotti
you [?] but this sh*t looking [?]
young n*ggas too rich from the streets, we ain’t [?]
*come to milkwaulkee them n*ggas still robbing (yeah, gang, gang)
big*ass chop put a whole through his dome (what?)
i’m on ching ching chong with this lil’*ass blunt
finesse the pack but the whole team [?]
finessed the dough where the b*tch can’t go
i ain’t tryna talk to a minute*maid ho
got balenciaga shoes and designer my clothes
give her twenty backshots, i’ll finesse your ho
i’m a hip*hopper rapper, my [?]
energy turbo, my tool ’bout to spit fire
and your sh*t, know you big liar
said you got [?] but this don’t get my hype
and i’m michael, call me myers
got 32’s on that b*tch, that’s a big tire
skrrt through your block, leave it once [?]
internet gangster, i never could [?]
came in this b*tch with a mac*10
i ain’t tryna talk, what the f*ck is a backend (what?)
[?] n*ggas finna cash in
make a n*gga hee in this b*tch, michael jackson (yeah)
glock with a beam, get packed in
cut [?] milwaulkee assassin
my ap all kinda colors, see me balling [?]
hit my dougie, get to rapping
[?]
they know dc finna spaz
neck, wrist, ears froze, n*ggas still freezing
they keep asking do i drop, i ain’t finna drop, b*tch, i’m finna blow
you can run up if you want, we ain’t finna run, b*tch, it’s gonna float
stepping on the gas [?]

- dc the don lyrics

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