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• Artiste: DC The Don
• Titre: Naskar
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I can't play around and that's the truth, baby Look at all the shit, I got to lose, baby (Yeah) Pull up in that NASCAR, skrting off this nothing new, baby In my mind, I'm going too crazy I see you ain't even got a clue, baby In the Lam' truck, I'm outside Pick a fight and blame that shit on you, baby I don't even feel no type of way about it I don't even feel no type of way about it, nah I don't feel no type of way about it I don't feel no type of way about it I just mind my business and I stay up out it Rather cry alone inside a Bentley truck Yeah, I just stack my guap and I don't play about it At the ATM until it's fucking empty, I don't even fucking spend a day without it Woah, woah Hit that bitch and I'm airing it out On the table, lil' Don finna fuck up the club, I won't leave 'til they carry me out I got Hermès on my vest too, got my shooter with me to the left too Christian Dior my body, I'm blessed too Alexander McQueen, getting stepped through Ask your ho how this shit getting wrecked through Out of my body, I'm geeked, yeah, I'm high as the lord In some shit I can't pronounce, I'm not sure I can even hardly go afford Suicidal, we gon' send his ass to the morgue New money, new life, everything fast, it's a new Porsche I can't play around and that's the truth, baby Look at all the shit, I got to lose, baby Pull up in that NASCAR, skrting off this, nothing new, baby In my mind, I'm going too crazy I see you ain't even got a clue, baby In the Lam' truck, I'm outside Pick a fight and blame that shit on you, baby I don't even feel no type of way about it I don't even feel no type of way about it, nah I don't feel no type of way about it I don't feel no type of way about it I just mind my business and I stay up out it Rather cry alone inside a Bentley truck Yeah, I just stack my guap and I don't play about it At the ATM until it's fucking empty I don't even fucking spend a day without it