Fifa22

Don't stay away Don't fade away Don't stay away Don't tell me what to say Don't even smoke weed bruh Cause there ain't no such thing as a free lunch In case y'all ain't hear, it's Don season Game got cold so I had to bring heaters So ill I just throw 16s up That went over head just like a geezer Imma take it all when I leave no Prenup Made nigga at the awards, I'm tryna clean up No lie I ain't even there yet Running out of breath but I never break a sweat Me and Marcel got a couple niggas pressed Coming up we in the belly of bulimics you bitch And I ain't even at the top of my game I cut my wrist, and I just see ice in my veins Partly Drip, and partly how I deal with the fakes Expensive liquor is how a nigga deal with pain I had to change, a nigga couldn't remain the same In this thing, a nigga ain't David Blaine I'm real with it, y'all gon' have to deal with it I'm here to spit, and dawg I ain't got a lisp I'm skilled with it, I gotta pay my bills with it Ray Lewis way a brother tryna make a hit If money talks Imma hear Mandela's longest speech If the suite presidential I don't get impeached And dawg, I'm a ticking time bomb I'm about to blow like an old-ass light bulb Here to crush bones like a motherfucking python Don done snapped and I ain't even got a Nikon But I got Nikes on I'm killer on the track like a Jamaican Imma die an icon Bury me in booty I'm rapper turned pirate All up in your ear like a nigga Mike Tyson Don't stay away Don't fade away Don't stay away Don't tell me what to say You ain't got style? Step to the side Don so clean? Yeah I'm off white I'm so fly I'm third brother Wright Right, brother Man never mind If you don't mind Got a bad Asian ting inside Ordered in, then I eat her out Guess all night I was eating Thai Oh my Never let a bitch double cross me I'm, schooling niggas Don is feeling classy I'm, dripping Swagoo feeling super saucy Tai, tell Lucia Ma I'm tryna slide in Ou Okay, bring it right back At this point all I want is stacks Heard you told your girl I can't rap When your shit on, man you might get slapped When my shit on, even her ass clap Way she blow me they call me sax That's just FACTS, FACTS, FAX Where's the printer? we need more paper 2019, no more favours Moment of silence This beat getting murdered That's a wrap, like a turban We don't fuck wit y'all, that's for certain Mr. Miyagi way we swerving Made nigga so I'm closing curtains It's The Don Don't stay away Don't fade away Don't stay away Don't tell me what to say I'm going away for the weekend I'm smoking now I'm tweaking I'm going away for the weekend I'm smoking now I'm tweaking I'm going away for the weekend I'm smoking now I'm tweaking I'm going away for the weekend I'm smoking now I'm tweaking Wagwan What's the situation I'm on the Rasta station Doing the critical preparation We doing some shit Bounce around, like Limp Bizkit On the fire The Bitches are braaing my brisket Lick da waves, and suck up the sunrays The time is now, like every other day We move to the dream The healing of the nations My constant situation The momentary meditation Rolling smoke free Rolling like people giving me money Goji berry bliss Like an iron in Zion We mash down Babylon Achieve unity Through rolling with the most high King Selassie, I Studio Sound Lazy Ways Tree Radio Bless up