Donno 2100 - Chris Rock

I been getting paid
It's only right
That I drip drop
Baby on the way
Shawty caught me with the liplock
Bottom of the bottom
Having dreams of the tip top
Niggas tryna act, like ball
Like they Rick Fox

Used to kick does
Probably call that shit a Nick Knock
Still tote a pole
It'll make ya whole klick drop
Now he on the phone
Tryna make the whole hit Stop
Thought I was a funny nigga
Nah this ain't no Chris Rock

Call me Donno Capone
Fuck on yo bitch
Then you know that I'm gone
I stay on yo mind
Cause I come off the dome
I'm destined for greatness, it's
Written stone

Body aching
Cause I'm bad to the bone
Hear niggas talking
Get they ass a lil phone
I'm covered in black
But I carry some chrome
Shoes made in Italy, these come from Rome

I puff on gelato
She like my aroma
I mix up my strains
Because I'm a true stoner
Two seater only
Sorry I'm a loner
Shoutout my bruddas, I ain't talking Jonas

Need me a bonus
I don't see opponents
I need it, I want it
I bought it, I own it

Live in the moment
You want it, I'm on it
Her pussy gots hair
And she told me she comb it

Young nigga shit
Graduated from the street
I remember nights
Momma said we couldn't eat
ADHD
So I couldn't have a seat
Until I started rapping
I was riding on the beats

Niggas cold blooded
So you know I keep the heat
Try a nigga gangsta
I'mma leave ya in the street
Ain't been to church in weeks
So I practice what I preach
Deadbolt on door
So you know imma bout to breach

I might take a nigga hoe
And then go fuck her on the beach
Talking like he want smoke
But the nigga want peace
And you know im from west
I just stay on the east
Blowing cash, so fast
Like its growing on trees
I had too many wants
I forgot what I need
Got her dripping like a eye drop
No visine
All I want is the green
I aint talking Ire
I been balliing like im Irving
Rip to kyrie

Written by:
Donte Walls

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