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letra de da don - scotty cain

[intro]
austin on tha track
… i’m the f-cking don (yeah)
you know i’m the f-cking don (gang!)
we shoot, ain’t no running (corleone cartel)
(mafia muzik)
n-gga you know how i’m coming (gang)

[chorus]
n-gga you know i’m the f-cking don
i tote this 4-5 glock, n-gga, i’m shooting, ain’t no running
you know i’m the f-cking don, eh
you know i’m the f-ck-

[verse]
i hit the block, rolled up my blunt and
pulled out my rod, a n-gga looking
but i’m rapper, i can’t think nothing on it
but i got my sh-t
a n-gga try to run up i’ma pop his sh-t
i can’t let no n-gga take me two steps ahead of the b-tches
want smoke then i’ma bring it to you, boy we with that sh-t
pulled up to the store, walking with my glock tucked [?]
got a guard [?] pay for it
looked out the front door like a n-gga by my car waiting for me
but he don’t know i got this glock [?] for him
pulled out the glock like “what up with you?”, he like “i’m boolin’ homie”
boolin’ by my car will get you trippin’, i don’t know you homiе
matter of fact, let me gеt that lil piece, everything you got on you
cracked him with that b-tch [?] jumped out, i [?] the shots
a couple n-ggas caught the bullets [?] sending shots
then i jumped in my whip and did a 100 screaming f-ck the opps
like any n-gga run up, they gon’ catch [?], they gon’ duck some shots
beam on this b-tch but i don’t need it, i just up it
pulled in the hood and got the k out i was clutching
n-gga pass by looking [?] ain’t for nothing
i’m just aiming and i’m bussing, leave him dead up in his [?]
they hit another block, i’m like a’ight f-ck it we gon’ shoot
they pulled up on me with the one, then i’m like “what you wanna do?”
so i just up the choppa, headshot the driver, had to make sure he through
i got the rest, the driver dead, so how the f-ck is they gon’ move?
[?] watched the news, a lotta people calling like “what up?”
when i been out of state according to everything i done done
pass [by/back?] through the block, they hype as f-ck, [?] running
jumped out just to take a couple pictures, jumped back, did a 100
did a show, b-tch i had my 4-5 up in the club
[?] doing my performance, this 4-5 gon’ hit you up
i’m a street n-gga, b-tch reporting live up out the mud
all we do is k!ll, eat, get them bands and stack them up

- scotty cain

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