Don Jaun

(الألبوم: F.E.A.S.T.: Vampire Life 2 - 2012)

She said I got a wild side
I told 'er I'm from Brooklyn on that wild side
I'm cold hearted but got heated beef
He said it's colder 'til I pop up in this heated seat
It's not to put at Mr. Chance
Anything but wedding vale she just to see the lady smile
I know but not every man dogs dought
Just the college I was dealt, it's the arms due
They never taken mind off that
Both turned out greedy, we can sip some wine off that
First Doggy, shotgun with the blunt
Then we go hit the mall cop wherever you want
As in her, I'm the one that you needed
I'm the one that you'd call when you late and lay bleeding
Oh when you sad, you grieving
When you tip the wrong hands and this bust up some sleeves

She know That I ain't one of those niggas that blowing them kisses
After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
Bitch pulling my chain
Ride 'er like e'ry cocaine, rodeo this thing
Couldn't never feel the same, fucking with the lames
I call them bitches it's just a part of my slang uuuu

But you said I'm such a pretty boy
And I'm known to buy expensive pretty toys
Deep inside I'm such a city boy
So I tape it on trips and let the chicken joy
And she was happy with a code C
Where we're from we just happy if the coke cheap
I need a girl to keep me warm in this cold street
Little girl, know how to hold heat
I call you bitch, I mean no harm by it
And shoot some bags on your arm will buy it
But emotional too for making love to the streets and holding her in the morn'
First it was my white chick, then it was my Spanish chick
Then she started talking too much money to the gram fix
I can't forget about my china thing
And Mary Jane was just a minor thing

She know That I ain't one of those niggas that blowing them kisses
After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
Bitch pulling my chain
Ride 'er like e'ry cocaine, rodeo this thing
Couldn't never feel the same, fucking with the lames
I call them bitches it's just a part of my slang uuuu

Red wine splatting over satin
Even in the sloo never slacking on my macking
Captain of the action, you'll never sink my ship
Floating on the ocean, left a mink for the trip
So I'm shirtless and my bitch shirtless
Flying paper lanes, we above the strip surface
Mom's my word and shit say worthless
Keep them hoes legget and her tits say perfect
Auf wiedersein D-Man, haler at the Tree Man
Reach at the roof while blowing at that He Man
Fucking eaves droppers tryna see my A and B plan
Caught with the coke then you seen 'em on C span
Shots they hitting
Back in the day if a nigga ever stopped by my kitchen better had them pots clicking
Look a real light ask and not stop switching
On a mission with the missus and she got messing

She know That I ain't one of those niggas that blowing them kisses
After midnight visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
Put my hand on my drawers
Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
Bitch pulling my chain
Ride 'er like e'ry cocaine, rodeo this thing
Couldn't never feel the same, fucking with the lames
I call them bitches it's just a part of my slang uuuu