paroles de chanson Ricky Baker - DC The Don

Keep that 30 in that back pack, Ima max that
On my brother, Get the cash stack
Nigga matte black
Ima deshouvled, I can not lack
I can not quack

But today ima pack that, Ima blast that

Keep that 40 on my hip, It's gone hit

Blade blade, Ima fuckin let it rip

38 bang it out like nba
Aye Lil Baby How yo day?
It's going great

My Brodie said he smokin skunk, Because it stank

I'm so unbothered, At the crib I'm eating steak

He said he ran up on the Don, That's his mistake

Because that steak ain't fill me up, He on my Plate

Hol up bitch, Cause ima big timer, Ima Sick rhymer
On the gang, I gotta Big piper, Ion fight typers
On my mama, She a click hopper, Ima shit stopper
Dark nighter, Issa bit lighter, You a lick minor

On the gang, Bitch ima activate, Ima activate
If he sneakin, Ima activate, Ima activate
Do me shmitty, I'm gone activate, I'm gone activate
Bitch on my brudda, I'm gone activate, I'm gone activate

Got that 40 with that beam bitch make his legs rock
Cop sum lemon pepper chicken wings right from wing stop
Got yo gurdy in the backseat, She a street bop
Jarren said he love that 30, This a Big Glock

Fuck a jelly Ima jam bitch, Fuck the fam bitch
Fuck Isiah, He a fan bitch
I go ham bitch

I'm the goat
Im still the man bitch, Jackie Chan bitch

Ima tax him on the gram bitch, Uncle Sam bitch

I'm just from East Side the city
Drop bodies get gritty
If you sneaking
I got it
You get it
I'm riding We with it

I'm just from East Side the city, Drop bodies get gritty
If you sneaking, I got it, You get it
I'm riding We with it

Sending shots through his window, Nigga 10 fold
Hit his body make em crippled, Extra simple
Shout out Shawny from the Den tho, That's my kenfolk
That's not yo whip so what you in for, Issa rental

All of these niggas be flockin
But they not gang gang bitch

Pull out that choppa on niggas
Then I go Luke Cage bitch

Why do you fuck with my mental
It's clear I'm insane bitch

Please don't act like you untouchable
You in my range bitch

I got them big racks right on me
Don't care bout yo fame bitch

Fuck all yo homies in prison
I don't feel yo pain bitch

See me I take all ur jewelry
Best tuck yo chain bitch

Roll down the glass with the shotty
You Ricky today bitch

I'm on yo ass with no mercy
Don't care what you say bitch

Don't see the vision it's blurry
I smeared up yo face bitch

Put 30 on me like curry
Don't care bout no case bitch

Next time approach me with curtosey
Or you get slayed bitch