no 360 deals, let’s go… my mixtape is droppin’, the day after 2 Chainz that is August 15th, shit’s an album man it’s insane ‘Don’t Flatter Yourself’, all new and original still ain’t signed a deal yet only 24 yrs old let’s go every step I take on hollowed ground these bad bitches they follow me now tell Brad, to text Ricky, to tell Kanye to call me now Tell Hit-Boy whatsup, tell all our haters whatsup first name, I Give last name, No Fucks all I want for my birthday, is a lot of cake a rolie, and a Rari, and Emma Stone at my party they told me I wouldn’t make it, I’m sad they ever felt that way get rich and rub the cake up in their face just like their wedding day bad bitch contest, my bitch, no contest she been fresh since her prom dress I’m politic-an like I’m in congress Young Presidente, my campaign vote D-WHY, I do the damn thing your man is a lame, he must have game that is a damn shame he called me out, his bitch called me up I called back just to follow up see I used to give a lot of fucks ….now I just fuck a lot the young god, D up in this bitch she sayin’ oh god, my D up in that bitch woah, disrepsctful - slow down David what you talking about this rappin’ shit is too easy. i should probably just quite talking now
When I die, bury me inside of Bergdorf’s When I die, bury me up in the Prada store when I die, make my life into a movie yo hold up, my life is already a movie hoe my worst day is better than your birthday my worst day is better than your birthday my worst day is better than your birthday don’t be mad I left, be glad that I came in the first place
bullshit, what sets me off, your chick got me extra soft my new jewish chick’s a lawyer, she always gets me off I’m onto her, she’s into me I’m into her, she’s on to me fuck you, that belongs to me keep my homies and a blonde to me my music vids are short films my first dates are porn films they say I’m a be a superstar, somebody bring some more film ain’t nobody dress like me, but just watch soon they all gon’ try to dress like me, they cannot when staying at The Standard is standard with paparazzi cameras you see all my clothes is dry cleaned, bitch i don’t mess with no hampers someday ill be in The Hamptons, my secretary answers I’ll be chillin’ and my children shittin’ in Versace pampers my life’s a movie movin’ Suzie, my cutie move in I’m a beast she a beauty smokin’ just like a Cuban few years, I’m older then I’m gon’ be focused then cop me two white benzes, call them the Olsen twins hold up I’m rollin’ in, benji’s start rollin’ in make me a bath of cash, and watch me splash I soak it in
When I die, bury me inside of Bergdorf’s When I die, bury me up in the Prada store when I die, make my life into a movie yo hold up, my life is already a movie hoe my worst day is better than your birthday my worst day is better than your birthday my worst day is better than your birthday don’t be mad I left, be glad that I came in the first place
do or die, suicide, who am I, D-WHY used to rock Levis, since I was knee high V.I.P., I see, I be, the prodigy, shout out to T.I. still talking loud, King David the new name dad wasn’t around my father figure was 2 Chainz nah, actually my Pops and I so close he like a brother you and I practically related, ‘cause he’s fucking your mother this rapping shit too easy, I told ‘em wasn’t joking retire from rap at 24, and try out for the US Open ‘cause I belong in a tennis match my outfit belongs in a tennis match only a matter of time, I’m finna blow, it’s time to go open the hatch Dennis The Menace with enemies all my friends drinking Hennesy y’all ain’t supposed to mention me ‘cause we dont fuck them fucked her once, then I can fuck again don’t even try your luck again ‘cause the ditch you gonna’ wind up in, is filled with shit and ugly bitches a lot of y’all rappers bore me, alot of music bores me
I’m tryna’ live my life and use this shit to tell my story never anyone like me, I’m unlinke anyone before me I’ma stop talking shit, and let D.F.Y. just do that for me august 15th…august 15th august 15th…august 15th one day after Tity Boi, ‘Based on a Tru Story’
I’m a stop talking that shit, D.F.Y. gone’ do it for me let’s goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
