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The Don P

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Yeah, yeah
Woo!
The Don's in town
Hide your, women baby the Don's around
I got the, linen to tie your daughter down
And make livin' off the whores around
Wait, hahaha, let me slow it down for you
Its me ya'll envy, like Vegas, NV
The P-I-M-P to jog your memory
From New York City
To M-i-ami
You dig
I'm zeroed out, the hero's out
And he roll out, with zero clout
It's me no doubt
So we gon' shout
And she know doubt
Get loud for me
And wild for me
Shut it down
Hold it up
Run it down
Roll it up
I'm in town know what's up
When the Don pullin' up
Got a bag full of bucks
Get a cup pour it up
And they know we goin' up
Yeah they know we goin', up
Yeah, we gon' blow up
When we hit the town everybody gon' know us
And shorty if you down to get down you could show up
Ugh, you got plans, ugh
Man so what
Hahaha
Yeah, we gon' blow up
When we hit the town everybody gon' know us
And shorty if you down to get down you could show up
Ugh, you got a mans, ugh
Man so what
Most of these dudes would fold
Like wontons
They could never be smooth
Like Don Juan
They could never be me
That's on god, on god, on god
Yeah you rockin' with the best
Look around homie why you think I'm never stressed
My car is fast
My shorty bad
They Bacardi mad
When they call they ask
What happened to bad bitches
Nah, nah
Man what happened to real niggas
Yeah, yeah
You gotta make 'em yours
You gotta take the world
You gotta paint it for 'em
You gotta make the quorum
Yeah
That's why they pray I flop
I stay on top, like Mike they pray I'm not
The greatest, ever, dog but they on rocks
I let it happen undercover loose strays on, cops hahaha
Yeah, we gon' blow up
When we hit the town everybody gon' know us
And shorty if you down to get down you could show up
Ugh, you got plans, ugh
Man so what, so what
Yeah, we gon' blow up
When we hit the town everybody gon' know us
And shorty if you down to get down you could show up
Ugh, you got a mans, ugh
Man so what
Ya'll know me
They call me the young O-G
Reppin' New York, from Y-O, to Humboldt Street
From A-storia Queens to C-o-ny
Island Boys know that I'm a G-o-d
Ugh
Schooling dudes like S-UNY
Albany, alumni yeah that's me
In five years dog I could've got like four degrees
Got two though, and minored in pu-na-ni
Graduated in '18, ugh Cum Laude
Did it for my moms, yeah that was a goal I reached
From the streets to Wall Street
It released a raw me
Went corporate, and realized that shit so not me
Oh, no not me
So, don't mind me
I'mma rap till I fuckin' die like B-I-G
Beware, I'm Pun mafia soul I eat
Till I'm a fat like fatso, ugh doe ray mi
Haha

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