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letra de ricky baker - dc the don

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keep that 30 in that back pack
ima max that
on my brother
get the cash stack
n-gga 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 f-ckin 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 b-tch
cause ima big timer
ima sick rhymer
on the gang
i gotta big piper
ion fight typers
on my mama
she a cl!ck hopper
ima sh-t stopper
dark nighter
issa bit lighter
you a l!ck minor

on the gang
b-tch ima activate
ima activate
if he sneakin
ima activate
ima activate
do me shmitty
i’m gone activate
i’m gone activate
b-tch on my brudda
i’m gone activate
i’m gone activate

got that 40 with that beam b-tch make his legs rock
cop sum lemon pepper chicken wings right from wing stop
got yo birdie in the backseat
she a street bop
jarren said he love that 30
this a big glock

f-ck a jelly ima jam b-tch
f-ck the fam b-tch
f-ck isiah
he a fan b-tch
i go ham b-tch

i’m the goat
im still the man b-tch
jackie chan b-tch

ima tax him on the gram b-tch
uncle sam b-tch

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
n-gga 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 n-ggas be flockin
but they not gang gang b-tch

pull out that choppa on n-ggas
then i go luke cage b-tch

why do you f-ck with my mental
it’s clear i’m insane b-tch

please don’t act like you untouchable
you in my range b-tch

i got them big racks right on me
don’t care bout yo fame b-tch

f-ck all yo homies in prison
i don’t feel yo pain b-tch

see me i take all ur jewelry
best tuck yo chain b-tch

roll down the gl-ss with the shotty
you ricky today b-tch

i’m on yo -ss with no mercy
don’t care what you say b-tch

don’t see the vision it’s blurry
i smeared up yo face b-tch

put 30 on me like curry
don’t care bout no case b-tch

next time approach me with curtosey
or you get slayed b-tch

- dc the don

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