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do not disturb (remix) - prxoject lyrics

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i’m recording one second
i ain’t gon’ tell you how to get away with murder (aye)
murda bless yo trap
prxoject bless yo trap
check

[verse 1: prxoject]
xo i’m off a whole lotta sh-t (facts)
i’m in the trap with the moccasins (oou)
high off the dabs if she swing i might knock a b-tch
now who u rocking with (aye)
b-tch i’m not a rapper i’m a rockstar (no way)
speeding down 15 in a cop car (skirt off)
i been on my same sh-t since the backyard (aye)
see they fiendin’ on me now like its black tar (b-tch, b-tch)
i don’t speak your language short bus r-t-rd
pluggo on the line brand new green card
brand new high grade that dank czar
got dope, got dope, got dope
no bars
swallow and choke road-head my whip
shouts out cool go cop my sh-t
mad cats on this this no cat nip
this nationwide denzel my whip
why they want smoke (aye)
they don’t want smoke
i tried to tell you before (b-tch)
b-tch i’m so fly (aye)
think i could float
b-tch i’m too c-cky i know (gang)
they try and block me ain’t sh-t but a goalie (goalie)
wrist on bel air but my sight be a follie (bust down)
if you want me why you all on my homie
i’m posted in new york eat good up at coney
2018 sh-t is my year
you ain’t high as me this my tier (tier)
said i really do it for the monclear
you gon’ only do it when a broad near

f-ck a d-mn hoe told a hoe pipe down
can’t see much and the whole room loud (loud)
talk that sh-t that’s one a two sounds
f-ck you, f-ck you, to the whole d-mn crowd (aye)

[hook: prxoject]
b-tches get off of my line
that sh-t on do not disturb (b-tch, what)
you gon’ get cut off you lying (snake)
i see the fake and i swerve
do not disturb, do not disturb
unless you gon’ pay for the verse (give me the cash)
do not disturb i cannot trust
they just want me in the he-rs- (aye)

[verse 2: prxoject]
everybody tryna’ @ me (why)
tryna’ direct from the backseat
so with this new whip it ain’t got a backseat (what)
i ain’t gonna trip let these mother f-ckers p-ss me
they can’t even catch me
laugh, straight at you p-ssies cause y’all be some comedy
used to be broke trap commodity
that’s the same people that doubted me
need me a ounce of gelato tree smoke it undoubtedly (aye, yeah)
you be talking 500 cash for the month for the payroll (chump change)
i be thinking 500 large, 300 bankrolls all looking egg rolls
please do not tempt me, it just might make me go harder
i know the sh-t (true)
while y’all stay stuck in the streets
imma’ do me smoking weed with the baddest b-tch (woods)

[outro]
do not disturb i thought i told you before
do not disturb they better pay for the verse
do not disturb do not disturb
prxoject apesh-t b-tch

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