MVX - DON WICK

Yeah nigga
DON WICK
I'm the don nigga
Yeah

Still selling cut
Still selling cut
I'm still selling cut

The glock ain't got no safety
If i pull it they gon hate me
When i'm moving through the town
The opps see me, they don't spray me

Gansta motherfucker
And i'm riding with my brothers
If you kill one of ours
I'll fuck around and kill ya mother

Talking all that shit
We spin ya block, kidnap ya brother
Don't even want a ransom
Send some fingers to ya loved ones

I'm a sick nigga
Yeah, i keep that blick nigga
Pussy said he kept a foreign
Should've kept that stick nigga

Hollows go through ya fucking wind pipe
Let me show you pussy niggas what we live like
I got 4 wings nigga and some fried rice
And they better get my motherfucking ribs right

Niggas pull up on me
Like we been tight
Scope ya job,
We cant get to you, you know my niggas shooting kids right?

Ruthless
I ain't talking bout no label
If i aim that pipe at you
I bet i leave on you that table

That draco got a grip
So it don't shake when it spit
Talk a lot of shit
I let her plank on this dick

Nuts out the window
Let'em hang cause im sick fuck
Tell ya moms to stop yapping
For she get her kids touched

Written by:
malcolm jones

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