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It's what you all
Been waiting for ain't it?
What people pay paper
For damn it
They can't stand it
They want something new
So let's get re-acquainted
Became the hood favorite
I cant even explain it
I surprise myself too
Life of a Don
Lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club
Wit that fresh shit on
With something crazy
On my arm
Ha Ha Hum
Here's another hit
Barry Bonds
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Chorus:
We outta here baby
We outta here baby
We outta here baby
Dude
Fresh off the plane
Konitchiwa bitches
Turn around another plane
My passport on pimpin
As for what I did
That nigga done did it
Talked it and he lived it
Spitted then he shitted
I don't need to write hits
I might bounce ideas
But only I could come up
With some shit like this
I done played the underdog
My whole career
I've been a very good sport
Haven't I, this year
They said he's going crazy
And we seen this before
But I'm doing pretty good
As far as geniuses go
And I'm doing pretty hood
In my pink polo
Please, how you gonna say
I ain't no low-head
Cos my Dior
Got me more my dough-head
I'm insulted
You should go here
And bow so hard
Till your knees
Hit your forehead
And the flow
Just hit code red
Top 5 MC's
You ain't gotta remind me
Top 5 MC's
You gotta rewind me
I'm high up on the line
You can get behind me
But my head's so big
You can't sit behind me
Life of a Don
Lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club
Wit that fresh shit on
With something crazy
On my arm
Ha Ha Hum
Here's another hit
Barry Bonds
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
We outta here baby
Wha, wha
We outta here baby
And Mr. West
Is so outta here baby
And me
I'm Mr. Weezy Baby
I'm so bright not shady
My teeth and my eyes
So wight like Shady
Ice in my teeth
So refrigerated
Whenever they make them
I shall hate them
Oops, I meant have them
I'm so crazy
But if you get crazy
You be sleeping
With daisies
Its such a hay-bit
Oops, i meant habit
And my drink's
Still pinker
Than the easter rabbit
And I'm still cold (cole)
Like Keisha's family
Stove on my waist
Turn beef to baddies
And i ate
It cos I'm so at it
I don't front
And I don't go backwards
And I don't practice
and I don't lack shit
And you can get Barried
(Chorus)
Life of a Don
Lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club
Wit that fresh shit on
Wit something crazy
On my arm
Ha Ha Hum
Man here's another hit
Barry Bonds
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
