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orion's gucci belt - don cook (rapper) lyrics

[verse 1]
never showed my face, suckas would say stuff and
i’m a paycut up away from running in banks cussing
put a gun to your waist, bluffing’ll spray m-ffins
brave f-ckers’ day is today, i dare you to say something
it’s raining blood on my blazer baby, i prayed for nothing
i’ll be safe as f-ck in a chained cuff, take the money
takes money to make money
i hate puffing the same stuff in the same blunt
i’mma change subjects
drake’s f-cking an a-cup with a great b-tt
and i’ve been saving up for a steak supper
see the difference?
flipping fingers to misdemeanors, you inconvenience me
so intervening’ll leave me winner like seeing christmas trees
ever since i was seventeen
i’ve been stressing enemies with my sentences
i’ve been etching at their feet
i can settle with ghetto weapons, i represent the weak
better pedal or end up with seven metals in your cheek
with this reach that i got
i’ll knock your t–th with a pop
and drop a beat inside your speaker
like a leaf in a broth
ayyo, i find it kinda funny how you’re eager to watch
but all’s a sudden it’s a problem when i need you to talk me up
you prolly thinking you’ll mop me up
but talk is cheaper than your money
prolly sus’

[hook]
f-ck thinking that i’m needing your props to succeed
gut feeling got me thinking that y’all too upbeat
you prolly got a reason to rock
but you’ve been cooking up a cd that i’d leave in the pot

[verse 2]
i’m hungry – for a second helping
you’re never welcome in my posse
cause that rocking with a opossum sh-t is never healthy
it’s like you’re starting some gossip inside garages
but never bothered to cut off the car
so i’m just inhaling exhaust
i’m never failing, step off, i’m feeling extra
help me get off this stretcher and i can mail you a letter
with some bail money motherf-cker
i f-cks with pale, honey
zip up the front of your pants, ‘fore i get tail-hungry
i suck at hiding my emotions
so i decide for the both of us
and pull over to the side of a grocery
hoping n0body notices
i let the good times roll
and i ain’t let you know it’s over in thirty seconds
i told you, i told you – that i ain’t prepping for dirty s-x and
i told you, i told you – that i ain’t repping the virgin extraness
get the message that i’m as lifted as heaven is
twist your neck to get your head in:
exorcist

[hook]

[verse 3]
it’s tough being – who you don’t wanna be
but the funny thing is that i’m heated
not from hundred-degree weather
but under extreme pressure
from other mcs stressing
to put me underneath where their feet resting
i’m f-cking up they week
telling me that i need a better release for proceeding my cause
i don’t even pause between me thinking and speaking my thoughts
so if y’all gon’ treat me like a teen, i ain’t even gon’ argue
i’ll rob the keys to the city just to key up your car
fetty wap when i trap queens with my chess pieces
blast pieces off your chest to watch you gasp ether
and when you acting like a baller, you a shaq’s free-throw
ftp4 with the flowing, i’ll let the facts teach you
if yeezy, yeezy, yeezy just jumped over jump man
i jumped over trump to shut these southern f-ckers up
that screaming, “we just want our guns
to keep illegals out the country
and to wave the dixie flag to keep these f-ggots outta love
and keep these blacks up outta money
let the rich get richer
let the whites get richer
have a light-skin mistress
and pin a badge to a violent figure
hand him a pistol and he might just k!ll him another –

- don cook rapper lyrics

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