Lyrics 2020 - Don Don

(Aye)
(Aye)
RIP Rob
(Aye)
RIP G
(Aye)
Free Rell Free Greeze
(Aye)
Free Ed Free Dee
(Yeah, yeah)
Hoodie Don, Don Diggity
From the West, but my bag in the south
A n never learned shit if he stay in the house
2020 ain't yo year, you got yo ass on the couch
Alright I'ma head out
Alright this what I'm bout
If you ask for a feature I got a featuring fee
The game ain't free, it tax and it don't come wit receipts
She suck (Mmm) so good I look down she a leech
Her real name is Alicia I keep that bitch on a leash
Lemonade outta lemons if they ask for the tea
I'll say I heard about it I would never say it was me
And lately now, I just keep it shorter than sweet
Free Rell, sick as hell I lost my bro to the streets
Free me (Aye)
G shit
Had to make it out of Brown fo' 2020
20 Credits I almost said fuck it I'm leaving
I know I'm gone make a million I'm fine
Now when I get deep in yo spine
Don't tell me that pussy is mine
I know it's a ham in yo life
His mans on yo line
Not saying I mind
He think you getting fucked every time that you with me
When I had the time you was busy
When I had love yours was iffy
I'm back up in the city you convinced me
Wit that
Free Rell, free bro
Fuck yo brother n he's broke, we know
We bout all at action up close up close
So what you talkin out yo neck for?
Bout a hour from the crib but we still drivin
Long way from the dick, but she still ridin
Down for whatever
Got a lil change I changed I'm better
Suicide doors writing letters
Free Greeze, one more
Fuck yo other n he's broke we know
We bout all that action up close up close
If we ain't talking money I'm Ghost
Bout an hour from the crib n still driving (Fuck it!)
Long way from the dick shorty still riding (Up close wit it)
Donforwhatever
Got a lil change I changed I'm better
Suicide doors writing letters
I got free (Free smoke, free smoke)
This one's for Moe
It's 2020 I'm comin Don Diggity on a B
It's 2020 I'm showing no sypathy for the weak
I got bout $40, that's for the freaks (Yeah)
2020 we ain't counting but I'm counted
Up close, baby yeah
I ain't even playin
It's pressure on everything
Everybody