MR. NOT NICE

歌手: DC The Don • 专辑:Come As You Are • 发布时间:2020-08-07
作词 : Daijon Davis/Tyler Maline
 作曲 : Daijon Davis/Tyler Maline
 I don't **** with niggas, that's why I be solo dolo (Uh)
 Big RoRo keep that Notre Dame on him, no Quasimodo
 What
 Oh, y'all niggas (Yeah)
 What, what, what (Bitch)
 This a molly, mix it in your sprite (What)
 We gon' send him somewhere in the skies
 Every consequence come with a price (Yeah)
 That’s my nickname, not nice (Bitch)
 He ain’t breathin', **** him, let him die (What)
 We go son of Sam, poltergeist
 And we gon' make shirts, nigga what's your size?
 Rockin' your dead homies like they mine (Yeah)
 Life full of chances, nigga roll your dice
 Bro is a tattle teller, do him right
 You not a rat yet, you a mice
 Oh, you didn't get her back, nigga? Big surprise
 I don't **** with niggas, that's why I be solo dolo (What)
 Big RoRo keep that Notre Dame on him, no Quasimodo
 I was just broke, had no love in me
 Hit the corner store, only a buck fifty
 Had my brother Mani and lil' cuz with me
 Ma said, "Go to the store, get a Dutch for me"
 Came out that bitch, had some Takis and gum with me
 Shared the bag and let them eat the crumbs with me
 That’s when I see four grown niggas walk up to me
 Asking where is my hands and wassup with eem (What)
 Go back home or this shit gon' get ugly
 I was a jit but ain’t runnin' from nothing
 Shots fired, that’s the end of discussion
 Cooked the opposition but that shit was disgusting
 Yeah, bro drink that purple drink, no Robitussin
 She gave me super head, call her concussion
 Bad little foreign hoe, she speakin' Russian
 Russian roulette 'cause we play while we clutchin'
 We can't leave no witness, period, no sentence
 Guap, we tremendous (What), heavyweight liftin'
 Lil' nigga, you don't fit in (Bitch)
 Wrist work transcendent (What)
 I think you should change your attitude
 Nah bitch, you should mind your business, lil' bitch, ayy
 This a molly, mix it in your sprite (What)
 We gon' send him somewhere in the skies
 Every consequence come with a price (What)
 That’s my nickname, not nice (Bitch)
 He ain’t breathin', **** him, let him die (****)
 We go son of Sam, poltergeist
 And we gon' make shirts, nigga what's your size?
 Rockin' your dead homies like they mine (Damn)
 DC caught him body, movin' like a zombie
 Eatin' calamari, singin' la-dee-da-dee (Boom)
 Feelin' froggy leap, you meeting God almighty
 Toilet dumpster trash, you niggas hella potty
 Bro got thirty hoes, sittin' in the lobby
 Skrrt off on they ass in a new Bugatti (Woo, woo)
 I got juice, lil' baby, Scotty way too hottie (Woo, woo)
 We just blew your momma rent inside of follies (Woo)
 She get on her knees and pray to cock almighty
 She need stamina, we got hella molly (Goddamn)
 That's a perfect ****in' mix, abugatti
 Skrrt off, shootin' through the roof, Maserati (Oh my God)
 This a molly, mix it in your sprite
 We gon' send him somewhere in the skies
 Every consequence come with a price
 That’s my nickname, not nice
 He ain’t breathin', **** him, let him die
 We go son of Sam, poltergeist
 And we gon' make shirts, nigga what's your size?
 Rockin' your dead homies like they mine
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