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Don Donna Don Donna go, go, Don Donna Don Donna You catch me lackin' and you packin' you better do the most Hold on 'cus before you cut off traffic let me get up close Let me shoot while I drive No I don't usually drive But we done seen 'em while I'm driving so we finna slide It ain't no clutchin in public it's already in reach This a high speed no gun going under seat (no) Back seat I'm fucking all on my sneaky link She got a man put him to sleep Then she come out n sneak and link Hoe ya ima dog But you a dog too It ain't no I in team me an you do what dogs do I'm D-A-W-G, I'll dawg you 'Cus if dat pussy had a phone I wouldn't call you Hoe I'd just call her you probably a let my dawg fuck Let me call my dawg up, dawg you wanna dawg her I'm a shot caller A hood baller My last bitch was straight but my new lil bitch a lil rawer By the dozen hoe it's still fuck 12 free my cousin That nigga he was just talkin' now he dead end of discussion (For real) He was talking two spody not to been on a drill he had to leave Gun powder my sleeve My rod on her back I'm gripping all on her weave You begging this bitch to stay and I'm begging this hoe to leave I don't need her I go 2 hard no 3 hard taxing for features 'Cus tryna show off his wrist cook in the beaker then I'm the one who hit when it spit Turn up the speakers on the microphone Checked her off my hit list with no Nike on I kicked her out another came in before the night was gone (I love It) I'm smiling when I'm thuggin' And I remember everybody left when it was ugly I say stepper I mean stepper these dirty cleats really muddy (On my momma hoe) I really charge a thousand but give me like nine hundred though Next time we meet again I'm needing a eleven hundred For the double up hit my nigga beezy for dat double cup Eleven hundred for this F-N what I'm gone scuffle for Hatin' on yo brotha I'm tryna help my brotha bubble up (4sho) And we get the drops in we gone score Lotta my niggas crippin few bloods but the zoes with me Might throw a bra on the glizzy if it hold 50 (tiddy thing) My young niggas they swingin' with that drizzy thing Clout chasing for a bigger name He dissin' so we made him famous (gone) Don Donna Don Donna go, go, Don Donna Don Donna Don Donna Don Donna go, go, Don Donna Don Donna, gone
Writer(s): Alvarez Cosby, Kase Junior, Tnb Beatz, Tyler Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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