DC The Don - Fake Partys [FULL LEAK CDQ]

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safe

on yo mind prod.drecyy

Something new under the sun

Dealbreaker

Toaster_Frozen

Sincerely

Waking Up Blues

Dog Eared

Lyrics: 


I’m boutta hop in a big body GLE-ski and get lit with these niggas
I don’t give no fuck
Heard that lil nigga was talking on net I might post that lil nigga
I’m back like “what’s up?”
Yeah

Talking that shit, I get lit on the net
Pussy ass boy wanna post on the gram
That lil nigga ain’t coppin a check
He a lil bitch, he ain’t no lil threat
Run laps around this pussy nigga
What the fuck that nigga think?
I might fuck around, blow his brain
Yeah, that choppa know my name

I been rolling this shit like a gacha, lil nigga
I been getting this paper, get prada, lil nigga
S.O.S on his name when I pull out the choppa
Stomp on his head in some Balenciagas
That lil nigga was cappin, right there on the net
Yeah, I heard that lil nigga a bitch
Talk on my name, I get active
I’m with the smoke and I’m sending that static

I might pop shit, and get lit
I said fuck about politician
I’m really singing on this shit, something you cannot do
Cause who the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout 
Nigga turn off that autotune
I don’t wanna hear your mic, no no
Turn off that autotune

Think that you could bother me, lil nigga i think I’m fray
I just did my lil prom, yeah me and bae, we stuntin today
we ate down on them bitches, oh no no no they can’t replace
Know how bad you gon’ ache
You want that touch today

Brand new choppa, red-eye
I got a stick in the back with a dead-eye
Real eyes realize I’m gon’ kill you
Tryna forgive, lil nigga I see you
Hop in that right there, right there with that Drac’ and you know a lil nigga gon’ pop out and bang
They ain’t gon’ talk ‘bout lil Blixy the way I been getting that paper, I’m stacking that cake
My bitch don’t run, she gon’ bust it and shake
My bitch so fine, she look sexy today
Loving the drum, love the 808
Got a kick drum choppa, let it ring
Lil bitch nigga chirpin’ on bird app
Spin back on a nigga like a relapse
Hit his chest, make a lil nigga collapse
Stop playing, lil nigga you are not that
That guy

You a lil bitch, why the fuck would you try?
Said that lil shit like a hundred times
Talk on the net, lil nigga, you fried
Talk on the gang, you know DOWNHILL gon’ slide
Me and Lil Blu, we was chillin’ all night
Laugh at your ass while you look on the site
Don’t know if we find you dead or alive
S.O.S, they screaming “why?”

What’s YoungOzhani to Ohtani
Singing that shit just like Kehlani
You are ass, nigga, Dasani
Nigga got wide arms, like Ronnie
I am her Clyde, you know she is my Bonnie
hit a home run on YoungOzhani
Gon chop that nigga up like salami

And you a lil bitch, and you ain’t gon’ pop shit
You ain’t know that
Bitch I been up in the back of the coupe and i’m smokin’ throwback
Me and Blu boutta turn up the function, you know that we getting it lit and it’s active
New patek right there on my wrist and this automatic
This shit could get tragic

State of Sychosis (Prod. @LosTK)

brb talking to the wall

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