Kris Kasanova - Donski Lyrics
Straight out the *****ing jungle***** being humbleI’m growing niggas off top, like it’s a royal fumbleBulldog without the muzzleYou don’t want no troubleThis rap shit is getting wack, I need another hustleAnd I can't ***** with youUnless I know yo mommaCause that’s exactly where I’m heading if we getting dramaI’m sorry Your HonourI’m just in love with commasThe hood ObamaBlack hoodies, and BenihanasThese niggas they don’t want it they, just say they doI’m the new King of New York, it’s not debatableI run em down, gun em down, look what you made me doTalking shit, and now we only eating baby foodIn that Mercedes coupeNavy blueWavy dukeOh that’s your baby booThat’s crazy she said I’m her baby too (laughs)We could share her my niggaYeah you brought her, but I wear her my niggaIt’s going downThis is black skullyGot a sandwich from the deliTalking work on the throw away celliCounting money in the telly*****ing this ***** until I’m smellyOnly God can judge meWhat the ***** can you tell mePiercing in her noseThug Life across the bellyI told her I’ll be back, she call me Kris MakaveliIf life’s a dice game, then I’m a rob itIf you getting money, you’s a targetHit the mattress, hit the safe, I want all itWon’t stop until these niggas forfeitI’m flawlessBig dog, no fear on my heartI sic youYou shiatsusAll you can do is barkMe...Me?I got bite like a sharkYou ***** aroundI tear this whole shit apartIt’s going downI can run up in yo houseFondling your spousePut the gun up to your scalpAnd take the work up out the couchI’m the oneBut, that’s just word of mouthThey still think I got connects Down SouthI’m that nigga, huh
