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letra de swaggin n surfin - dc the don

swaggin n surfin lyrics
[intro]
ray, why don’t you even like me?
n-gga, øutlaw got that gas
trap!
passin’ and swervin’
had to hit the stu’ because the trap wasn’t workin’
he t’d up on the ‘gram, but he was passive in person
should’ve sign his ass od, a n-gga swaggin and surfin (a-a-astro got it runnin’)

[chorus 1]
get his ass!
run up, d-mn, choppas, d-mn, make him do the choppa dance
n-gga, f-ck my government, we sticked up like the taliban
woke up on some other sh-t, i turned him to a runnin’ man
he think that he k!llin’ sh-t, i’m cooler than a ceiling fan
run up, d-mn, choppas, d-mn, make him do the choppa dance
n-gga, f-ck my government, we sticked up like the taliban
wokе up on some other sh-t, i turned him to a runnin’ man
hе think that he kneein’ sh-t ’cause he don’t f-ck no f-ckin’ fans

[verse 1]
i heard it’s war, me and my n-ggas had to practice
what happened? what f-ckin’ happened? you n-ggas cappin’
nba jam, b-tch, i’ve been ballin’ like the magic
i’m taxin’, i’m f-ckin’ cashin’, young n-gga swaggin’
my baggies got lv’s blastin’, louie compassion
fantastic, my satisfaction, gg my fashion
b-tch, you can call me don or mr. milwaukee assassin
i’m blastin’, i’m f-ckin’ blastin’, he everlastin’
if its up, then it’s up, he ain’t no kin to me
in the matrix dodgin’ every f-ckin’ shot you n-ggas sendin’ me
hold on, just to count my bread i need like ten of me
hold on, i just f-cked that b-tch, now she my enemy
like, hold on, i just hopped up out the back door [?]
these n-ggas cap a lot, and he ain’t even got no polo on
young donny, kakarot, got the packs a lot
i be down in houston like i signed to rap-a-lot
you ain’t crazy like that boy, you just been actin’ hot
red beams all on his face, that boy got chicken pox
i just f-cked a n-gga b-tch and sent her to the spot
she said her main man don’t like don, that n-gga in a box
[refrain]
trap n-ggas only
rubber band man, i got bad b-tches only
man, you n-ggas know what’s up
we make these b-tches double dutch
yeezo, he was thrown as f-ck, and he got him a double cup
d-mn, trap n-ggas only
rubber band man, i got bad b-tches only
man, my n-ggas gone as f-ck
in a tonka f-ckin’ truck
tryna hit his stomach up, my n-ggas f-cked the summer up

[chorus 2]
get his ass!
run up, d-mn, choppas, d-mn, make him do the choppa dance
n-gga, f-ck my government, we sticked up like the taliban
woke up on some other sh-t, i turned him to a runnin’ man
he think that he k!llin’ sh-t, i’m cooler than a ceiling fan
run up, d-mn, choppas, d-mn, make him do the choppa dance
my brother on some other sh-t, we sticked up like the taliban
why you t’d up like you gunnin’ sh-t?, i turned him to a runnin’ man
he think that he kneein’ sh-t ’cause he don’t f-ck no f-ckin’ fans

[verse 2]
…
[refrain]
trap n-ggas only
rubber band man, i got bad b-tches only
man, you n-ggas know what’s up
we make these b-tches double dutch
yeezo, he was thrown as f-ck, and he got him a double cup
d-mn, trap n-ggas only
rubber band man, i got bad b-tches only
man, my n-ggas gone as f-ck
in a tonka f-ckin’ truck
tryna hit his stomach up, my n-ggas f-cked the summer up

[chorus 3]
get his ass!
run up, d-mn, choppas, d-mn, make him do the choppa dance
n-gga, f-ck my government, we sticked up like the taliban
woke up on some other sh-t, i turned him to a runnin’ man
he think that he k!llin’ sh-t, i’m cooler than a ceiling fan
run up, d-mn, choppas, d-mn, make him do the choppa dance
my brother on some other sh-t, we sticked up like the taliban
why you t’d up like you gunnin’ sh-t?, i turned him to a runnin’ man
he think that he kneein’ sh-t, oh yeah, i’m up, lets spin that b-tch again

- dc the don

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