Dontello, Solo Cj - Legendary lyrics
[Dontello, Solo Cj - Legendary lyrics]
I beat up the pot cause it’s necessary
Yo bitch on my dick cause I’m legendary
This 40 round drum make his ass scared
I dissed the bitch and went to the fetty
I’m getting the money count up the deadly
Yo girl hit my line when i get the benjis
Blue hunnids what a youngin spinning
Yeah hold up broke bitch she takin a loss
She suckin me off, Just like a boss
Dropped bands on givenchy
Fucked yo bitch now she miss me
Bouta shoot up yo 50
Wrong choice to fuck wit me
You just mad cause I’m wit it
RIP to you bitches
Booclae on a mission
Finnesin the plug out them pigeons
My diamonds they wet keep em crippin
Pull up to yo city
I lay yo ass down like you Ricky
Hit a lick then I went missing
I got them benjis
Blue hunnids a thousand I’m spending
Designer my shoes keep em drippin
Trap out the kitchen
I did the dash in the Bentley
Skirt off, then I went missing
45 extended you know that I
Keep this bitch wit me
Shoot a fuck nigga from distance
These bullets gon hit ya
Finnesin the plug out his midgets
Beat up the pot water whip It
I’m gonna whip it
Do the dash up in the Bentley
Skirt on them hoes
And fuck all these bitches
Cj and I get straight to the mission
Do what I want yeah fuck yo permission
Aye, aye aye aye gang gang, Solo, Don'tello
Woah, Don'tello, Aye
Solo Cj on the beat, aye aye Aye, woah, aye
Yeah, Booclae
Pull up In the mazi smokin that gas
Got abouta pound inside of the back
Pullin up on yo ass
Now we gotta pop them caps
Now gotta switch them lanes
Bitch what the fuck is you sayin
I’m a legend Bitch
Yeah I’m super saiyn, miss
Me wit the bullshit, i’m done playin
Miss me wit that hoe shit
I’m just sayin like (O-o-o-o)
Yeah, Yo Bitch hit me up if I tell her too
Smoking that gas with that 32
All my people they act a fool
You better watch yo attitude
No Bitch not fuckin scared of you
Fuck a new Bitch yeah she 32
Comin through with my 32
(yeah, aye, aye, aye)
Yo bitch on my dick cause I’m legendary
This 40 round drum make his ass scared
I dissed the bitch and went to the fetty
I’m getting the money count up the deadly
Yo girl hit my line when i get the benjis
Blue hunnids what a youngin spinning
Yeah hold up broke bitch she takin a loss
She suckin me off, Just like a boss
Dropped bands on givenchy
Fucked yo bitch now she miss me
Bouta shoot up yo 50
Wrong choice to fuck wit me
You just mad cause I’m wit it
RIP to you bitches
Booclae on a mission
Finnesin the plug out them pigeons
My diamonds they wet keep em crippin
Pull up to yo city
I lay yo ass down like you Ricky
Hit a lick then I went missing
I got them benjis
Blue hunnids a thousand I’m spending
Designer my shoes keep em drippin
Trap out the kitchen
I did the dash in the Bentley
Skirt off, then I went missing
45 extended you know that I
Keep this bitch wit me
Shoot a fuck nigga from distance
These bullets gon hit ya
Finnesin the plug out his midgets
Beat up the pot water whip It
I’m gonna whip it
Do the dash up in the Bentley
Skirt on them hoes
And fuck all these bitches
Cj and I get straight to the mission
Do what I want yeah fuck yo permission
Aye, aye aye aye gang gang, Solo, Don'tello
Woah, Don'tello, Aye
Solo Cj on the beat, aye aye Aye, woah, aye
Yeah, Booclae
Pull up In the mazi smokin that gas
Got abouta pound inside of the back
Pullin up on yo ass
Now we gotta pop them caps
Now gotta switch them lanes
Bitch what the fuck is you sayin
I’m a legend Bitch
Yeah I’m super saiyn, miss
Me wit the bullshit, i’m done playin
Miss me wit that hoe shit
I’m just sayin like (O-o-o-o)
Yeah, Yo Bitch hit me up if I tell her too
Smoking that gas with that 32
All my people they act a fool
You better watch yo attitude
No Bitch not fuckin scared of you
Fuck a new Bitch yeah she 32
Comin through with my 32
(yeah, aye, aye, aye)