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Don Hill
Don Hill
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A man after my own heart
You have a heart, a cold one
Fuck, knock and kick it one time, we goin' in
Now you know they got some bands, but you not even goin' in
Cause that lil' bitch is sly, she gon' have to slide with her friends
They said they was gon' slide if I did, so then I did it again
And if you ain't catch that hit, ****, opps get hit with FN
Big chunky monkey ****, that's technically my best friend, that's my buddy
Opps tryna peace treat lil' ****, I don't amend
Cause I can't say if I get it, my feelings, I won't spit in that Benz
If I deep drop all his friends off, no carpool
Lightweight trigger on AR, watch how this bitch pull
When I pay so much money, you better leave him in a red pool
And I shoot a man up all night, think he off Red Bulls and X-Pill
And my **** be really itchy, he lookin' for his next drill
I can never dap a **** up while I'm smoking blue pills
Tell that ****, scan the QR code, now his phone hacked
Cash app, Chase, BOA, I'm in all of that
Tell him, scan this QR code, I do way more than rap
Yeah, that's why I tell you, scan this QR code, you listen, it's a rap
Down at iOS 17, if I stand next to you, you hacked
Got my **** like to scam, personally, I like to rap
Gave a ham, a blank, told him I had 15 racks
By now, he took that **** jack and told him we'd be right back
Huh, bitch, I'm off the red, I'm dancin' with the devil, bitch
**** talkin' cringe on the gram, do it stretchin', bitch
I ride around with big chop, sittin' on my hip
And if a **** don't suspect a gang in this car, get flipped
That lil' pussy **** car declined, can I buy some chips
That lil' **** check this car balance, it has your dollars, bitch
I told you, get foods and cash, that's what your primary bank
Hey, girl, fuck with that bitch, know that I pussy stank
Big-ass gym, fold my hip, that shit gon' stop a train
**** really sippin' on that green, ****, that shit shame
Pussy **** gon' die where he stand, reachin' for my chain
****, shot in the leg, it's somethin' like Tory Lanez
**** talkin' crazy on the gang till he blow his brain
And my boy go crazy with the Chase Banks
She gon' bend it over, shake it for a real ****
Pop two pills, now I'm in the bed, tryna drill her liver
That lil' bitch sucked my dick, then you tongue-kissed her
Get a **** 12 shots, he drunk off liquor
That ****'s broke and I'm laughin' like a evil villain
Bounce out with big child, tryna overkill him
He gon' get smoked with them ****, if you know them ****
Go kick in that door, fuck, now I can go smoke them ****
I didn't rent up this money yet, ****, at the time
**** workin' in the coupe, I told this bitch, don't stop
Wonder if it's too early, dumb bitch, what's the plan
I told this bitch, stop playin', dumb bitch, get my bands
I'm finna swipe all these ****, then I'm goin' to Utah
I know some **** who like to scam, I know some **** who like to ball
I'm finna dunk on this ****, damn, ****, LaMelo ball
That **** sippin' on the Swag, I hope a **** don't fall
I'm finna hit her from the back, I beat them doonies, I'm a dog
I'm finna pass her to the bros, up the skull, that's a log
Yeah, yeah, these pergies got me sick
I told this bitch, stop playin', damn, bitch, suck the dick
Fuck, now I can kick it one time, we goin' in
Now you know they got some bands, but you not even goin' in
Cause that lil' bitch is sly, she gon' have to slide with her friends
They said they was gon' slide if I did, so now I did it again
If you ain't catch that hit, ****, opps get hit with FN
Big chunky monkey, ****, that's technically my best friend
That's my buddy, man, opps tryna peace treat
Lil' ****, I don't amend, cause I can't say if I get it
My feelings, I won't spin that bitch
You have a heart, a cold one
Written by: Don Hill
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