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letra de don 3.0 - rops1

[intro]
ayy
look
yeah

[verse 1]
we don’t associate with flops, your b-tch knows i’m a boss
really come up out these streets, that’s why they call me a don
livin’ life, we gettin’ figures and i put that on my tape
i’m still rowdy on the block, my name’s embedded in these streets
i’m that don from the mack, she tryna say i whip it different
i ain’t interested in women, young thug, i’m ’bout my digits
we been pushin’ p like gunna, in these streets, we don’t mess with rats
rappers turnin’ 6ix9ine, they snitchin’, like f-ck all that
runnin’ up this money with my brothers ’cause wе come from jack
tell ’em how it is, wе keep it real, nah, we don’t ever cap
hit her from the back, f-ck it off ’cause i ain’t got the time
b-tches think i’m dumb, they’re tryna line me for the other side
i’m still smart, i stay perro, i would never change
throwin’ up a six with a four ’cause i’m forever gang
mob, we ’bout them figures, get them racks out
whole team eatin’, came a long way from that traphouse (ayy, look)

[chorus]
ayy, steppin’ and we gettin’ paid, we ’bout that money, take a look
industry don’t like me, that’s the reason i ain’t gettin’ booked
street kid gettin’ famous, i ain’t changin’, nah, i’m still a crook
tryna line these rappers up to rob ’em, but they still on tour
steppin’ and we gettin’ paid, we ’bout that money, take a look
industry don’t like me, that’s the reason i ain’t gettin’ booked
street kid gettin’ famous, i ain’t changin’, nah, i’m still a crook
tryna line these rappers up to rob ’em, but they still on tour (ayy, look, ayy)
[verse 2]
sussin’ all these rappers, like a label, we be watchin’ ’em
tryna get the drop, i need that rollie with the rocks in it
talkin’ ’bout some paper, they ain’t even got a rack
and i ain’t stressin’ ’bout these b-tches, i share grippies with the lads
we be steppin’ out, we lookin’ fresh, we paid and that’s a fact
half these b-tches didn’t wanna f-ck when i was broke with jack
on some new sh-t, they rappin’ ’bout some guns, but they don’t shoot sh-t
we don’t do designer, you’ll get shot up out that new drip
rappers givin’ verbal ’til they end up on the news clip
and i ain’t talkin’ back because i know that they won’t do sh-t
and i’m still street smart, i ain’t trustin’ no fop
but let me put a ten up in that room just for one crop
she like the way i rap and she like the way i dress
and her man’s a bum, she signin’ ndas to f-ck her friend
she like the way i rap and she like the way i dress
and her man’s a bum, she signin’ ndas to f-ck her friend (ayy, look)

- rops1

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