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letra de burn (freestyle) - don devon

verse 1: “don devon in this thang. i ain’t playin no games man. i overheard my money talkin, tol’ it ‘stop sayin sh-t’. cuz if you say the wrong word, gotta make sure you hang man. i been in love with ballin since i saw sanaa lathan. so much money on my mind, at times is frustratin. ain’t no money on your mind, you broke concentration. if you sleepin on me, you gon miss this wake & bake then. gas in my lungs, walls fulla condensation. minor conversations when im smokin with yo main b-tch. she say ‘can i have a puff, daddy?’. take this. she inhale, she inhale like ‘f-ck satin’. she always thinks ahead, i ain’t gotta tell her taste it. my d-ck pop up so fast it can be a state farm agent. everyday’s a new start, but i be on my same sh-t. the say good things come to those that don’t mind waitin. but ima bad doctor, i dont have that many patients. put my comp in their place, you n-ggas so complacent. i know my flo go, i dont need yo confirmation. ima star like a bag that come from macy’s. my sk!lls beyon’ sayin, shoutout to the homie jay-z

verse 2:

that was just a warm up. they like ‘someone shoulda warned us’. breaking down the loud now, so you know im finna turn up. graduated high school, don’t know how i did it sober. coulda went to college, but sh-t i got tired of the homework. my teacher said i’d be a bagger askin ‘paper or plastic?’. now i just throw it in the bag like ‘credit card or cash b-tch?’. i be fresh to death, my dresser lookin like a casket. yo b-tch on my hard wood, got my b-lls all in her basket. sp-ce jam that p-ssy. somebody say sp-ce jam. n-ggas all in my face(book), get the f-ck out my(sp-ce) man. kept the pennies for my thoughts, now my ideas make sense(cents). diddy couldn’t make a group, but taught us how to make bands. my wife & kids gotta eat, so i’ll be damon wayans. gettin mo’ money. my account ain’t going blankman.”

- don devon

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