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letra de donald - ayceeonethirty

intro

everywhere i go i got a bottle
i ain’t really worried bout tomorrow
i done made a livin on the bottom, yeah
leaves fallin all around me like autumn
winnin with the words, that’s boggle
i done went and fucked a couple models
everywhere i go i got a bottle
rollin up the orange, that’s donald, yeah
everywhere i go i got a bottle
wrist break pullin back on the throttle
y’all some d-mn clowns, out actin like ronald
y’all done hit the big head cheat, got the bobble
you just write fake shit homie like the bible
anyone can get it, go shroud with the rifle
you are not g.o.a.t. god d-mn you in denial
smokin that rope, ben frank, green mile, yeah, unh

verse

i get all wasted with bill, start wanderin around through the ville
i just cough, facin to feel, off dazed in the field, hair split like cruella deville
only one finger for the cops, start pointin at my crotch like triple h, tell em “eat c-ck”
fuckin drum mag on a hot pink glock popped off in a rhythm like i’m trying to beatbox
b-tch dumb as meatwad but she fine like scarlett
saturn gang roll up into charlotte, get the bars lit
yeah i got the woods on fire like it’s arson
propane gas mofucka, that’s arlen, yeah
they don’t want smoke like work do randoms
we could let it burst, yeah i don’t want no ransom
i been bender drunk with bricks up in the trunk
was mixin benadryl with rum to get a buzz, yeah unh
yeah, foggin and fumin, throw up your horns and represent, yeah unh
yeah, i am not human, i am part demon, devil jin, yeah
smoke in my hat got me squintin, i done burned holes in my jackets, unh, yeah
i feel like rap is my mission, i’ll do this shit from my casket, unh, yeah
cigarette lit like i’m johnny cash
we was rollin round in ronnie’s pontiac
need them hefty’s homie, that’s them giant bags
in the druff they won’t know where your body’s at
b-tch i’m stackin, know it’s madness, so i keep movin on to new grounds
b-tches babblin, don’t even ask em to hit after dylan rollin p-ssin boom around, yeah
i got that smoke like it’s mk
i’m tryin to get through a tense day
ash has been turnin my hands gray
flamin like entei, dab like i’m bowin to sensei
flip it like lince, sicker than sars, yeah
nemesis huntin the s.t.a.r.s
this that tuberculosis, i’ll be rich and hopeless
probably overdose and crash my fuckin lotus, yeah, unh

outro

everywhere i go i got a bottle
i ain’t really worried bout tomorrow
kick her out the door she don’t swallow
rollin up the orange, that’s donald

- ayceeonethirty

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