d.o.n. kaliii baby! şarkı sözleri

Why is everybody fucking talking about me I told em tread lightly These bitches push they luck, but just like crabs They get no cheese I serve the block, I'm not an opp, but still No fiends I'm kinda thick, could rip the fit, but it's No jeans It's Dee the diva and this another one Khaled baby If this your reign, then it's a numbered one Count 'em baby I'm not a threat, then what you running from Coward baby Said you could host, I'm in ya area Kaliii Baby I want the Denim jacket then gabbana the shoe. I get, mad blues, don't leave these bitches a clue Know if I step up in the ghost I make these niggas say boo. BOO You ain't as bad as me. Know I'm first if you was ever in the class with me. I know these bitches probably hate me cuz I spit with conviction Honor rolled, but when I speak up it always get me detention I'm servsafe, know I make crack in the kitchen, they better watch where they pitchin, Listen I ain't like them, taught em on preface I'm different. Bring a thermometer, than temp em He get prepped with the chickens Don't need to preheat, cuz my burners you'll feel em I son em all, they my children He acting Bhad, then you know imma Phil em I speak truth, they got no choice but to feel him. lend an ear to me LISTEN I'm main protagonist, in a room full of villains. You ain't gone pop shit They love D'VA, f*ck the gossip Rapper's digest, imma always be the topic. Why is everybody fucking talking about me I told em tread lightly These bitches push they luck, but just like crabs They get no cheese I serve the block, I'm not an opp, but still No fiends I'm kinda thick, could rip the fit, but it's No jeans It's Dee the diva and this another one Khaled baby If this your reign, then it's a numbered one Count 'em baby I'm not a threat, then what you running from? Coward baby Said you could host, I'm in ya area Kaliii Baby Cali Valley In the hills, Miley I can't stop by Dreamville records, cuz they WILL sign me You ain't sitting at my table, less you read, Jada Talking shit, but you can't pen it , choke on lead, hater Chop it up with JID, and ask him how you do that Flow so crazy, all these niggas wanna steal that Ya'll ain't got no drive? Nigga where ya wheel at ? Jersey imma kill this nigga Where his will at I got niggas in New York and I got niggas from Compton Grew up in timbs, so its tradition, make sure he stomped in Jersey nigga running amuck on all them niggas from Stockton Bout that static, pick the Patek, then I pretend to be shocked And I go shopping, pick the beef, make sure it's primed out. Know that's I'm ticking, when I blow you niggas timed out Know I'm the profit or the prophet and my time now. Y'all better calm down Y'all better calm down Why is everybody fucking talking about me I told em tread lightly These bitches push they luck, but just like crabs They get no cheese I serve the block, I'm not an opp, but still No fiends I'm kinda thick, could rip the fit, but it's No jeans It's Dee the diva and this another one Khaled baby If this your reign, then it's a numbered one Count 'em baby I'm not a threat, then what you running from? Coward baby Said you could host, I'm in ya area Kaliii Baby
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