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own it (crash) - dc the don lyrics

[intro]
yeah uh
n*ggas ain’t on sh*t till i get on it
n*ggas couldn’t be don so they gon’ clone it
like boy you old as f*ck you gon’ start molding (okay, p*ssy)

[chrous]
watch me scratch that b*tch like b*tch i own it
i could crash that b*tch cause b*tch i own it (okay)
watch me wreck that b*tch cause b*tch i own it (skrt skrt)
givenchy boots when i step on the scene cause b*tch i own it
[verse]
donny sh*t going up
murder rate, it’s going up
i was finna cop that srt cause they say that sh*t ain’t slowing up
aye in the function rolling up, hittin’ your ho with a shoulder shrug
i was finna bring my yoppa in this b*tch, and show my shoulder love
i don’t really think he like that, n*ggas gon’ check to see if he bold enough
spend six hunn’ for a ysl belt but this sh*t on me i can’t hold it up
srt it go vroom but this stick go boom get this sh*t and he opened up
spend a bag hold it up, rip yo sh*t hold it up
i took that b*tch to thе back of the raddison
i got a whole lotta guap on my baggages
you not from milwaukee boy you from madison
wеll i stay with some shooters they f*ck up your avenue
and this b*tch tryna f*ck on the don and she african
i got a white ho she dancing like addison
i got a white ho she badder than addison
and i’m treating these hoes like the [?] i can’t manage it
how many rickys could i buy i’m baggin’ it
i rock rick every day on my momma i’m draggin’ it
say “f*ck it go crazy” lil bro you be having it
i know i’m heaven sent f*ck i’m sn*tchin’ it
said “f*ck it go crazy” lil b*tch i be smashin’ it
i was high as a b*tch with my drac in the gallery
approaching the don on her knees colin kaepernick
i put my fist in the air while i’m smashin’ it
i throw the wh0res in the sky while i’m up on the stage your b*tch in the back she be baggin’ it up
f*ck the promoter i’m stackin’ it up
i’m immaculate b*tch i’m avakadin yeah
b*tch i be buying designer margiela designer walked in they start clappin’ it up
neiman marcus little boy i’m cashin’ em’ out
i ain’t gotta say sh*t they start backing me up
i see broke b*tch
shawty ain’t tryna do sh*t wit’ your lil ass cause he be on broke sh*t
tell your manager hit up my team then i get all the guap i ain’t tryna do folk sh*t
this the way it don’t matter you won’t finna see me enough i ain’t dealin’ with broke sh*t
finna off on all of these n*ggas on the gram this season f*ck it
high as f*ck, ceiling fade
he can’t do it, renegade
know you finna run to twitter to talk your sh*t because you pigeon made
off the chickens peel em, fade
like look at him he villain made
aye they see me in la and the hoes can’t breathe she gotta ventilate
aye put that sh*t in her throat till the ho can’t breathe she gotta ventilate
don got a s*class too and this b*tch too fast so how is this n*gga late
how the f*ck i look good on the camera
ksubi jeans with a gucci bandana
mvp gotta pass me the rock, sport
petal the metal im flooded
[chorus]
watch me scratch that b*tch like b*tch i own it
i could crash that b*tch cause b*tch i own it (okay)
watch me wreck that b*tch cause b*tch i own it (skrt skrt)
givenchy boots when i step on the scene cause b*tch i own it

- dc the don lyrics

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