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letra de la douce (p.iankon) - vonte* (rapper)

[intro]
yeah
phew, yeah
oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
ay yo, ian!, oh, yeah

[chorus]
call up johnny dang, i need a new face (yeah)
finna go hit the bank, i need the blue face (yeah)
stars up in the roof up in that mulsanne (let’s go)
coolin’ wit’ your boo, she sippin’ douce (yeah, alright)
see twelve, turn to usain
keep a lil’ stick, better watch what you say
talkin’ that sh-t, you gon’ meet your due date
we gon’ spin his block like blu-ray (yeah)
always in that mix, stay out the kool-aid (yeah)
i get fly as sh-t just like a blue jay (yeah, whoa)

[verse]
two bands on my fit, okay
the free bands, they just hit, okay
let’s go all get rich, okay
put that fendi on my b-tch, okay
bad lil’ shorty want my kids, okay (yeah)
she tryna kick it today
don’t wanna kick it today (blatt, blatt)
i’m on a mission for pay (blatt, blatt)
yeah, just popped mе a perc’, and now i’m too gone (alright)
yeah, ayе dont make this xd twerk, that lil b-tch two-tone (alright)
beam on ya nose like rudolph
my n-gga down to have a shootout
my n-gga down to get you knocked off (yeah, yeah)
its gon take bout one call (yeah)
came in with that sawed-off
my boy wit’ it, he gon’ pop off (whoa)
that’s yo’ fitted, it get knocked off
she gon’ suck it with that lip gloss (alright)
yeah, pockets fat like rick ross (alright)
yeah, all this cash got you p-ssed off (yeah)
yeah, yeah
i sip lean-lean-lean, no cristal
none of these boys ain’t me, they ripoffs
i just came in with my pistol
f-ck around and then it’s lift off (yeah)
send his ass up high
keep on playing like a tough guy
we gon’ show you what them slugs bout
spray that boy and then we struck out
ballin’ out, he in the dug out (yeah)
please don’t make me bring this gun out (yeah)
shot his van and then he spun out (yeah)
hit that juug and then i run out (blatt)
hit that b-tch she got her tongue out (alright)
f-ck yo b-tch i dumbout
smash that b-tch until the sun out (blatt)
suck that d-ck and then she spun ’round (yeah)
she know i don’t play ’round (yeah)
my gang, yeah we stay down
have my boys shoot up the playground
vonte- getting cake now
yeah, i know why n-ggas hate now
we gone rub it in they face now
b-tch i’m plugged in state to state now
somewhere coolin’ wit’ your bae now
somewhere coolin’ on that drank now (yeah)
[chorus]
call up johnny dang, i need a new face (yeah)
finna go hit the bank, i need the blue face (yeah)
stars up in the roof up in that mulsanne (let’s go)
coolin’ wit’ your boo, she sippin’ douce (yeah, alright)
see twelve, turn to usain
keep a lil’ stick, better watch what you say
talkin’ that sh-t, you gon’ meet your due date
we gon’ spin his block like blu-ray (yeah)
always in that mix, stay out the kool-aid (yeah)
i get fly as sh-t just like a blue jay (yeah, whoa)

[outro]
yeah
blatt, blatt
blatt, blatt

- vonte rapper

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