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Don 44 Juan Video (MV)




Performed By: Cory Tha Don
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Decorian Cork
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Cory Tha Don - Don 44 Juan Lyrics
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Can't f*ck wit these niggaz they gone slither, ain't no snake in me
Can't f*ck wit bitches less it's beneficial, need my paper please
Pistol in my pocket don't get popped, watch what you say to me
I know if I was dead broke, they still a find a way to hate on me
I know if I didn't have shit, they still a find a way to envy
But I been runnin up that money, I can spend it I got plenty
1942 inside my cup, nah this ain't Henny
Any hoe I want I get, Don 44 Juan lil bitch I'm pimpin
42 in my cup, ima Don sippin Don
These niggaz don't keep it real nomo, watch for snakes in yo lawn
Finally off probation, past six years been on the run
Ball like Melo, Smith on me like Jaiden, do this for my sons
Pistol in his pocket, mug on his face lookin mean
They say looks can be deceiving, swear these niggaz ain't what they seem
To these hoes I'm sellin dreams, make her bring me blue and green
For the dream to work, need a team
He play wit me, make bullets sing
Pillow talkin to these hoes, I can't relate these niggaz fake
In the trap playin wit them bowls, if you still broke nigga you lazy
If I was broke they'll still hate me
If I was broke they would still envy
Took so many L's on the way up, now I'm so used to winning
NO I!
Can't f*ck wit these niggaz they gone slither, ain't no snake in me
Can't f*ck wit bitches less it's beneficial, need my paper please
Pistol in my pocket don't get popped, watch what you say to me
I know if I was dead broke, they still a find a way to hate on me
I know if I didn't have shit, they still a find a way to envy
But I been runnin up that money, I can spend it I got plenty
1942 inside my cup, nah this ain't Henny
Any hoe I want I get, Don 44 Juan lil bitch I'm pimpin
I need my paper please, I'm Tha Don ain't no mistakin me
Say if you see me wit the bitch, just know that she done paid the fee
These niggaz snakes, shady like a tree, if he roachin he a leech
Bands in my pants, can barely keep em up, shit fallin to my feet
I get the pack and flip it, 1942 that's what I'm sippin
In love wit ratchet bitches, hit the bitch one time and make her miss it
These niggaz bad for business, can't bite the hand that feed you niggaz trippin
Free my unc up out the Feds, I used to see the nigga whip it
Used to see them trash bags fulla bowls, that shit was motivation
Ever since the day I sold that dime, bitch I been paper chasin
I'm smokin fye, this shit heat, no this ain't cheap, hoe I feel so amazing
Stay wit that fye, keep that heat, no shit ain't sweet, niggaz be soldier hatin
Can't f*ck wit these niggaz they gone slither, ain't no snake in me
Can't f*ck wit bitches less it's beneficial, need my paper please
Pistol in my pocket don't get popped, watch what you say to me
I know if I was dead broke, they still a find a way to hate on me
I know if I didn't have shit, they still a find a way to envy
But I been runnin up that money, I can spend it I got plenty
1942 inside my cup, nah this ain't Henny
Any hoe I want I get, Don 44 Juan lil bitch I'm pimpin
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English

Can't f*ck wit these niggaz they gone slither, ain't no snake in me
Can't f*ck wit bitches less it's beneficial, need my paper please
Pistol in my pocket don't get popped, watch what you say to me
I know if I was dead broke, they still a find a way to hate on me
I know if I didn't have shit, they still a find a way to envy
But I been runnin up that money, I can spend it I got plenty
1942 inside my cup, nah this ain't Henny
Any hoe I want I get, Don 44 Juan lil bitch I'm pimpin
42 in my cup, ima Don sippin Don
These niggaz don't keep it real nomo, watch for snakes in yo lawn
Finally off probation, past six years been on the run
Ball like Melo, Smith on me like Jaiden, do this for my sons
Pistol in his pocket, mug on his face lookin mean
They say looks can be deceiving, swear these niggaz ain't what they seem
To these hoes I'm sellin dreams, make her bring me blue and green
For the dream to work, need a team
He play wit me, make bullets sing
Pillow talkin to these hoes, I can't relate these niggaz fake
In the trap playin wit them bowls, if you still broke nigga you lazy
If I was broke they'll still hate me
If I was broke they would still envy
Took so many L's on the way up, now I'm so used to winning
NO I!
Can't f*ck wit these niggaz they gone slither, ain't no snake in me
Can't f*ck wit bitches less it's beneficial, need my paper please
Pistol in my pocket don't get popped, watch what you say to me
I know if I was dead broke, they still a find a way to hate on me
I know if I didn't have shit, they still a find a way to envy
But I been runnin up that money, I can spend it I got plenty
1942 inside my cup, nah this ain't Henny
Any hoe I want I get, Don 44 Juan lil bitch I'm pimpin
I need my paper please, I'm Tha Don ain't no mistakin me
Say if you see me wit the bitch, just know that she done paid the fee
These niggaz snakes, shady like a tree, if he roachin he a leech
Bands in my pants, can barely keep em up, shit fallin to my feet
I get the pack and flip it, 1942 that's what I'm sippin
In love wit ratchet bitches, hit the bitch one time and make her miss it
These niggaz bad for business, can't bite the hand that feed you niggaz trippin
Free my unc up out the Feds, I used to see the nigga whip it
Used to see them trash bags fulla bowls, that shit was motivation
Ever since the day I sold that dime, bitch I been paper chasin
I'm smokin fye, this shit heat, no this ain't cheap, hoe I feel so amazing
Stay wit that fye, keep that heat, no shit ain't sweet, niggaz be soldier hatin
Can't f*ck wit these niggaz they gone slither, ain't no snake in me
Can't f*ck wit bitches less it's beneficial, need my paper please
Pistol in my pocket don't get popped, watch what you say to me
I know if I was dead broke, they still a find a way to hate on me
I know if I didn't have shit, they still a find a way to envy
But I been runnin up that money, I can spend it I got plenty
1942 inside my cup, nah this ain't Henny
Any hoe I want I get, Don 44 Juan lil bitch I'm pimpin
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Writer: Decorian Cork
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