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Stop Posin for Ig (Explicit) - DC the DON
Lyrics by：Daijon Davis
Yeah
Posing for the gram
He yelling n***a tag me
Posing for the
Huh
Hold up
Yea okay
Why you posing for the gram
What you talking 'bout n***a
These n***as be hatin
But really number one fans
Hol up bruh is this your mans
I need my chicken in advance
I'm talkin five six million
Sky scrape buildings
Fourty achor land
Gotta find my own way
Find a place where I can lay
I been tryna make it happen
Saw the ****
Change with everything one K
Mil town Mil town
Four one four born and I was raised
H town H town
Sauce Wak Travis Scott
Vibe waves
Thirty seven night and days
Arron Rodgers Bay plays
Trapping hallway maze
Got my city so amazed
Like how that tall lanky n***a with the big teeth
Finally make a way
Like how the f**k he getting saved
I wonder how much did he make
Brought the lambo to the hood feeling brave
Ion want her if lil mama ain't paid
Ion want her if she ain't got it maid
I might take her if she bad and she slayed
Feel my presence
All you n***as behave
Or open presents
With the fourty one K
I'm breaking records
In the game like two K
I'm just infectious
Tell yo man grab the raid
This not a concert
On the gang issa rave
I'm tryna surf right on the crowd
Like a wave
I'm taking orders
Take yo mans to the grave
I line 'em up
I give lil brodie a shave
Or give 'em swaggy
If he catchin a fade
My baby trippin
'Cause she know she got played
I'm sorry baby but a player
Gone play
It's D N A
I got this **** in my veins
Like ooo
Ooo
Fresh out da bed
F**k a lil vest 'cause I'm comin' for heads
F**k ya lil crumbs tell yo mans get sum bread
Gotta bad ***** left her message on read
Ooo
Ooo
Come here lil boo
Zooted tonight but I'm leaving with you
Bad ***** so lavish I'm f**king her too
Date in the wrait let my stars be the view
Like ooo
Ooo
Fresh out da bed
F**k a lil vest 'cause I'm comin' for heads
F**k ya lil crumbs tell yo mans get sum bread
Gotta bad ***** left her message on read
Ooo
Ooo
Come here lil boo
Zooted tonight but I'm leaving with you
Bad ***** so lavish I'm ******* her too
Date in the wrait let my stars be the view
These n***as be hating
I'm Hollywood chasing
I'm leaving the hood
But the hood follow me
You talking that smack
You gone end up on smack
Like a backwood
I blow you lil n***as like trees
I'm fresh out the gutta
My money turn butter
I stripped yo lil *****
She get down on her knees
She wasn't on me
When I wore the beanie
Now I'm eating these tracks
Turn my beanie to cheese
Fresh off the east
Where my lil n***as eat
I'm in field
You can probably catch me in sum cleats
I'm stacking my money so high
I just look to the sky
And thank God
For the birds and the bees
I wasn't on ****
Like three months and a week
Now I'm selling out venues
Man this **** is a breeze
I count hella bengies
My pockets was empty
No wonder these n***a
Don't represent me
Don't
