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Last Dons
The Musalini & Don D
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This is Frenchie
Gator used to call her Boeing 747
Show 'em why, bitch
Hahaha, she did 27-5
And that's sweet Annette, show 'em that smile, you sweet thing
She did 30 thou' last year
Like a souvenir (and where's my baby?)
(Right here) word, real shit
(This big pimpin' right here) Mus'
Pam Grier, show her off like a souvenir (ooh)
Toast cheers, she chose ism over here
Made pimpin' my career
No limp when I walk, chips when I talk
Clear stones on my wrist
T-bone wit' the shrimps, gettin' dome in the whip (ooh, shit)
Tan Timbs, you snitchin' on paper
A true hater, baby girl, I'm too player
Navigation to the paper, poppin', got flavors
Filthy off the birdys, real early (ooh)
My bottom piece made me 30 (mwah)
I don't gotta deal or mash
Whip brand-new, still got the dealer tags
Know why they mad, dollar sign, get the bag (word)
Born to mack, I'm callin' plays like a quarterback (shit)
The last dons in the Maybach (money)
The last dons in the Maybach (ooh)
If you goin', shawty, say that
Say somethin', baby, word
The last dons in the Maybach (money)
If you goin', shawty, say that
Me and Mus' the last dons, two model chicks up on each arm
Too fly to lose my cool, stay calm
Tha Don, last holder of the Quran
They appointed me the king like LeBron
Niggas like us don't move, we glide
Shawty on me built like Chaka Khan
Time for tunin', had to slide in her garage
Leave, kiss me on the cheek, both sides
Stay quick to show her brain like it's sci-fi
You niggas not wavy, more low tide
Talk so slick, don't wonder why I rhyme
Only like the finer things, I'm a ghetto snob
With women 40 hours a week, do it like a job
Always dressin' fly like I'm cookin' pies
Your bitch stung me, now I'm in her beehive
Stackin' up this money, yeah, knee-high
Only 5'9", move like a tall guy
Way too live, we the premier dons (money)
The last dons in the Maybach (ooh)
If you goin', shawty, say that
Say somethin', baby, word
The last dons in the Maybach (money)
If you goin', shawty, say that
Nobody can, uh, duplicate my style
All over the country
Now go way back when, yeah, my name is impeccable
Can't never be no dirt
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