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DC The Don

Thanos

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TESTO - DC The Don - Thanos

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TESTO - DC The Don - Thanos

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait (What?)
Stop that shit
(Trademark!)
What?
Pipe the fuck up
Piped (Punch me in)
Ayy, bow, bitch

Shout out CJ, he brought in them racks (What?)
I ain't started yet, nigga relax (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
Perk this bitch to the motherfuckin' max (Bitch)
Feel like Thanos, they know I'ma snap (Bow)
How you gangster, but you niggas cracked? (What?)
Talkin' all of that shit on the mac (Stupid as shit)
Stupid lil' nigga, we don't boss on twitter we come to your pad, and go straight through the back (Graow, bow, bow, bow)
I just been chillin' in Hollywood Hills, my life sweeter than motherfuckin' Cody and Zack (Cody and Zack)
How the fuck y'all niggas think that y'all fucking with us when your squad full of pussies and rats? (Bitch)
Marco still serving the block, that boy stay out the house, he post up more than Boogie and Shaq (Bleep, bleep)
I'm going tiger mode, I'm in attack (Fuck)
Got the world watching like, 'How he do that?' (Fuck, bitch)

Excuse me, you got me mistaken (Huh?)
I'm not like all these niggas they fakin' (Excuse me)
Fuck a piggie, we turn him to bacon (Bitch)
Pull up on him, he was nervous and shaking (Fuck)
Fully automatic, we finna spray him
Foenem dodging bullets, he in The Matrix (Grrr)
Trademark alley-ooped it off and then made it (Grrr)
This play-off shit a breeze, just sweeping the pavement (Bow, bow, bow, pussy)
You niggas is soft, Charmin (Bitch)
Lil' nigga ain't tough, Harmless (Lil' ass nigga)
Bitch I'm a dog, Harness (Woof)
I got Raf Simons all over my garments (Skrrt)
Yeah, giggity, giggity, we finna take this bitch off to infinity (Yeah)
Gnar got a rocket, he aim at the enemy (Yeah)
Take out his oxygen, clear the facility
Ayy, take out his oxygen, clear the vicinity
Came with that flame, you could feel the humidity
Ayy, we serving packs, we got good productivity
Blow out his brains like he John F. Kennedy
He play pretending, we do that shit literally (Yeah)
I up the score, is you motherfuckin' kidding me?
Ayy, shut the fuck up ho, you fucking offending me
Fuck her so low 'til she talk to my enemies
I hate when bitches got bad hospitality
Walk in your spot like it's mine, do you feel it, G? (Yeah)
Rondo, I stay with the nine, I be chillin', B (Yeah)
I don't think that you got the capabilities
Ayy, bust out your coup, I don't need me a ceiling, B
No availability, can't see you visibly (Yeah)
She said she miss the kid, that shit be killing me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All I know that I met this bitch in Italy
Ayy, walk with some Hi-Tech
Feel like Tony Stark, hit that boy in his shit and I did that shit willingly (Brrr-ah)
If we pull up on y'all, we can make a delivery
Big body bitch got me feeling like Hillary
Hickery, dickery, pull out the semi, B
Point this bitch right at my motherfuckin' mini-me (What? What? What?)
That ain't my baby draco, that's my mini-me
Give him the beats like my name Artillery
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee (Huh?)
I'm the Don of all dons, say that shit so deliberately (Yeah)
He do a stain, but ain't got no consistency (Donny)
He talking his shit, but don't do it convincingly
Oh, and additionally, I'm in the major league
What the fuck left can you lil' niggas say to me?
Ninety in here, only letting off eighty-three
I'm in Orlando like Tracy McGrady, G
Well, yo bitch a fiend, my niggaKeep a .30 with the beam, lil' nigga (What?)I've been on the winning team, lil' niggaGuatemalan with the cream, lil' nigga (Yeah)This a nightmare, not a dream, my niggaJason Voorhees, on the scene, lil' nigga (What?)Oxycontin, we got steam, lil' niggaCut his body, we extreme, lil' nigga (Yeah, yeah)
The fuck is we doing?
OTL in this bitch, ho, move it (Yeah)
Stay the fuck off my dick, get booted
Yeah, in Detroit, ho, tell 'em get loaded
Rag3 Kidd, you know that nigga the goat
And these big racks count get motherfuckin' folded
And who else on that savage shit? I'm the closest
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Lean (Lean), fold (Go), make his body roll (Let's go)I just spent your mama mortgage on designer clothes (Skrrt)You can pull up, but can't stay, so bitch you got to go (Go)Will I call you in the morning? I don't fucking know (Yes, sir)

Shout out CJ, he brought in them racks (What?)
I ain't started yet, nigga relax (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
Perk this bitch to the motherfuckin' max (Bitch)
Feel like Thanos, they know I'ma snap (Bow)
How you gangster, but you niggas cracked? (What?)
Talkin' all of that shit on the mac (Stupid as shit)
Stupid lil' nigga, we don't boss on twitter we come to your pad, and go straight through the back (Graow, bow, bow, bow)
I just been chillin' in Hollywood Hills, my life sweeter than motherfuckin' Cody and Zack (Cody and Zack)
How the fuck y'all niggas think that y'all fucking with us when your squad full of pussies and rats? (Bitch)
Marco still serving the block, that boy stay out the house, he post up more than Boogie and Shaq (Bleep, bleep)
I'm going tiger mode, I'm in attack (Fuck)
Got the world watching like, 'How he do tha-

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