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Don Flow
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Don Flow è stato pubblicato il 6 febbraio 2024 da 683935 Records DK come parte dell'album Don Flow - Single
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Data di uscita6 febbraio 2024
Etichetta683935 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM61

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Jordan
Christian Jordan
Songwriter

Testi

Been comin' down for a long time
Change is comin' down on me
Been comin' down for a long time
Change is comin' down on me
Uh, you won't find me twice
I ain't chasin' a ho, she can do what she like
Gone by the day and be back by the night
Roll up wood and get high as a kite
And this bih too toxic all on my phone
Doing the most swear she ready to fight
I been lookin' for peace, maybe can't find it
Cause you the one fuck with my life
I get full of them drugs, sit in my bed
And I miss what it was
You can get here with a slug
Dirtied the sprite now it's lookin' like mud
Uh, and I reminisce and I'm sober
Too many thoughts, want it all to be over
Battlin' pain, now I feel like a soldier
I flip a hoe, like a damn Motorola
Slide in a SRT, used to slide in Corollas
I got a bad bitch and she ready
I ain't even gotta tell her to bend over
Fuck me good, every time she come over
Gone off the drugs cause I hate bein' sober
Really sluttin' her out
Then I go fuck on a hoe from the Dova
Then I slide to the east
Hope she don't notice got nut on my seats
I might go pick up lil beet
We strikin' two hoes, two hoes apiece
Pockets, they fat, obese
Fuck it, lil' ****, I ain't goin' to the gym
I got a bankroll and it's tall
I stack it long as my limbs
My bitch, she better than Kim
Feelin' like Yeezy cause I do it my way
And I'm all on my own, cut off the world
Fuck it, I feel like they all fake
Uh, uh
Yeah, I'ma do this shit my way
Or the highway hoe
Pack up your bag and get ready to go
My trust in God, I ain't trustin' a man
Fell out with ****, wasn't trusting the plan
I lost my brother, you don't understand
I kept that pain from a boy to a man
Uh
So I know time don't heal
I take these drugs hope the pain get killed
Thought he was smart, till his brain got spilled
Uh, uh
He thought he was smart, till his brain got spilled
Open his head, let us see his ideas
We gon' see what he think
Fly as a bitch, I be drip like a sink
Marni on me, my bih rockin' Celine
Know I'ma strike, I'm with the team
Whole lotta money, I'm sackin' my jeans
You won't find me twice, I ain't chasin' a hoe she can do what she like
Gone by the day and be back by the night, roll up a wood and get high as a kite
And the buhbtoo toxic
All on my phone, swear to God, she be ready to fight
I been lookin' for peace
Maybe can't find it, cause you the one fuck with my life
You the problem, I see
I'm stayin' chill, but you botherin' me
Can you get farther than me
She out for blood and she talkin' to me
Burn her head, give a fuck about the cat
Once I'm done with the hoe then I'm giving her back
Lay in the cut, I just chill, I relax
I'm with my slime, I pop out with my slatt
I made a play it was me and T-Stacks
Get out the line, swear to God, he get whacked
(yeah he can get did)
Smooth on a hoe like Return of the Mack
Don't need a scale, I just smoke out the sack
I did you wrong you can't say that's a fact
Pop out at night, really move like a bat
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Written by: Christian Jordan
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