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letra de the last don - damjonboi

[verse 1: damjonboi]
hm, yeah, i’m the last don
put a n-gga in a suit like he goin’ to prom
chances’ll make champions, my n-gga, you scared or somethin’?
broke n-ggas tryna give advice, can’t tell me nothin’
you was ballin’, what, you tear your acl or somethin’?
my young n-ggas got this b-tch rockin’, now crown ’em
made it rain on my favorite stripper, had her drownin’
f-cked all the baddest b-tches in the city you was houndin’
n-ggas trippin’ over runners, i ain’t hit your b-tch yet
get a n-gga whacked with a distrokid check
coach put you in the game, but you ain’t got no f-ckin’ handles
f-ck a n-gga b-tch, then do an interview with lando

[verse 2: babytron]
told brodie, “pour a deuce,” he want a xan’ though
firebomb his spot and turn his trap to a bando
you ain’t еven half-blowed, you got a gram rolled
don’t еven ask if i got it on me, that sh-t mando
broke as h-ll but lit on the ‘gram, i can’t stand hoes
brodie let me drive it, told me, “manifest the lambo'”
it’s two rules, stay up out the way and stack pros
rhude head to toe, it’s only right, ’cause i’m an assh0l-
if she a ten, i put the cam on her
if you say somethin’, all ten, you gotta stand on it
if you tryna make bands off it, take a chance on it
if the lane green with the scams, i’ma spam on it
[verse 3: damjonboi]
everybody rockin’ water, booth look like an aquarium
sh-t
i’m ’bout to stop rockin’ amiri, i see broke n-ggas wearin’ it
i peep game, you n-ggas shoppin’ off the clearance rack
i seen a bunch of fake sh-t, so i just fell back
pistol-whip a n-gga with a kel-tec
how is n-ggas rich if your mans ain’t make bail yet?

[verse 4: babytron]
better tighten up before we put you in a looseleaf
if i don’t have my geek kit, i have mood swings
cream soda changed, this b-tch red like a mood ring
trx, i might take it through the sand dunes
akhi slidin’ with his head wrapped like he sabu
send a blitz from— then go and catch a flight to cancún
rest in peace to hutch, the cartiers ’bout white as shampoo

[verse 5: damjonboi]
you n-ggas out here cuffin’ b-tches we done ran through
a n-gga like me tryna hit her and her friend too
up roll any given day, we got bands too
got a freak b-tch suckin’ d-ck with no hands too
chase a n-gga down with a switchy
every time a n-gga try to steal the sauce, i just switch it
[verse 6: babytron]
i made my first twenty-ball off the gifties
i made my next sixty-ball off the rap
first hundred that i seen, unky pulled it out the trap
yeah, the front door hot, told ’em pull up to the back
if they got it in my size, i’ma pull it off the rack
yeah, it’s dog sh-t militia, but i pulled off in a ‘cat

[verse 7: damjonboi]
my young n-ggas spinnin’ blocks, chopsticks in the scat
if you ain’t get that sh-t from gt, take it back
takin’ flights out the country, i’m just livin’
he was dissin’ on the album, now he in the ‘spital
twin baddies tryna f-ck,. we gon’ have to split ’em
the vvses in the charm, light hit, it look like skittles

[verse 8: babytron]
b-tch thinkin’ she a dime, not even a nickel
he was playin’ like the monkey, leave him in the middle
sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia
reach for a chain, i guarantee we beat him with a pistol
sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia

- damjonboi

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