Lyrics:
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
up in face mask
Pull up in a drop top hotbox
Keep it secret like it family hot sauce
Beat the pussy then I drop it like its drop box
Need the guap guap
the diamonds, geechie dub shinin'
Ninety-seven sport drop Benz, gettin' mine
You can hate and catch the tip of the blade of my sawed A-K
It's West coast mafia
A dome shot put a end to the story
Left lanzo stretched on the floor he swore he ended it gorey
Made every arrangement need to be gone by the morning
said that she ain't going, but she gone fuck some for the team
Put your mask on Halloween
I don't play about my green
Boy don't play me like I'm green
Fuck having heart better start running for yo ass yea
When they unleash the gas will you have a mask yea
People thinking evil coming for your last
Yeah
True Entreprenuers After Millions
Till my mutha fucking casket drop
Ya heard me
Said I need a meeting with Warren Buffet
A meeting wit Hov
I
on a Thursday
Pull up with our masks and a plate full of turkey
Fuck COVID-19 in the worst way
Got your chick at my crib yeah you know she thirsty
Repping that
you want to keep on judging the book by its cover
cs a man cyaan be defined by its color
We haffi dig deeper to discover the other
Dig deeper
on that fuck shit for face
Suckers be so quick to flaunt
Throw out them Skechers and straighten yo lace
Hide behind masks but still no sense of taste
Drop
around
Get your crown on nigga but you still ain't down
I got something for ya'll
A nin-millimeter that will drop you to the floor bitch
Cause if I trust
spend till she drop
Drive fast and drop the top
Eat good she got favorite spots
Ocean views right by the docks
Big boats she like the yachts
Night clubs
I got love for the hip hop
Hip Hop Hip Hop
Till the casket drop
Till the casket drop
You can hear it bangin down the block
Gangster Rappin'
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Headshot if a nigga play
Got the hittas on speed dail
Call at 7:50 he be dead by 8
Face cover with a mask nigga
And the gloves on
Brah leave no trace
your moves were planned
Each drop a memory lost
Like tears in the rain
Can't let go of the pain
Wasn't worth the cost
The cold wind blows
Like
From different spaces
To different races
From different roses
To different places
I've spent alot of hundreds on my drop top
Hmm
I've spent
My foot on the gas
Im doin the dash
Drop the top it go fast
She want me bad
Yeah, I wanna bag
What would you do for some cash
Vvs’s Papparazzi they
gotta meeting
She tried to tell me that she love me
She so deceiving
And I told her drop it low just like a diva
Why she taking off her mask cuz she
snatch sumn
And u look like a lic we bout to drop the mask on ya
On my collier city shyt I'm posted up on am corner
Beastmode shyt for am fuck nigga want
own way
One is not sad but drop the tears,
One's wears a mask it's smile and it's sweet,
Who's happier i can't say,
‘Cause the wounds can't be compared
An empire of lies
Held up by weak-willed vermin
Who get off to being a slave to those they idolise
Tear apart the cloak
And drop the mask again
'Cause every
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
blame us
Man fuck it we mask up
When they see us they chain tuck
Mhmmm plot on me
I could never trust them cuz they talk on me
Niggas envious they got
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