Don, Don, Don, Don
Yeah
Uh
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
Double the profit again and again
Back to the roots
Peep through the lens
F*ck all these niggas, ain't making amends
I'm a don amongst mortal men
Niggas in question, my answer depends
Call for advice & they biting the hand
Boots on the ground, my niggas we band
Shots of the duss, in the back of the coupe, so high my nosebleed
They follow suit, repeat no fluke, i make em feel me
Pop up they feelings
Sick of this shit and I'm up to the ceiling
Sonning these niggas I make em my children
Scoping the game & I'm making a killing
Uh
Wait
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
F*ck on a bitch and I f*ck on her friend
Pardon my language, I cannot pretend
To feel for these bitches, they playing to win
They care for no one but themself in the end
I get it baby, the world gonna spin
F*ck it and f*ck you, I'll say it again
Sink in
Don't be surprised what I keep in the closet, stashing the currency, hiding the wallet
Working in silence and moving in private, don't say what you getting till you know you got it
I'm on a roll and nobody can stop it
Setting the bar and nobody can top it
Trip to the city, I'm taking her with me
Counting the profit and slashing the losses
She follow the rules, I'm giving her jewels she got that diamond ring
Don't wanna be rude, I'm not in the mood, I'm into finer things
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
Keep what I make I don't want dividends
5th avenue with a bag I will spend
Plaid on my pants, designer the trench
Spending addiction that fashion my vice
Itching like I got a head full of lice
Balenciaga, no matter the price
Call her Miranda, I'm eating her right
Feel on her body while reading her rights
Breakin her back and I put her in rice
Yeah
Flipping a bag, don't spend it
Own what I buy, no tenant
This ain't a stunt, no gimmick
Cannot get used to winning
Go back to back like I'm chasing the pennant
Go from the east to the west like I'm Dennis
Fire my therapist, hire my dentist
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
Double the profit again and again
Back to the roots
Peep through the lens
F*ck all these niggas, ain't making amends
I am a don amongst mortal men
Niggas in question, my answer depends
Call for advice & they biting the hand
Boots on the ground, my niggas we band
Don Bodega - No Longer Mute Lyrics
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Don, Don, Don, Don
Yeah
Uh
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
Double the profit again and again
Back to the roots
Peep through the lens
F*ck all these niggas, ain't making amends
I'm a don amongst mortal men
Niggas in question, my answer depends
Call for advice & they biting the hand
Boots on the ground, my niggas we band
Shots of the duss, in the back of the coupe, so high my nosebleed
They follow suit, repeat no fluke, i make em feel me
Pop up they feelings
Sick of this shit and I'm up to the ceiling
Sonning these niggas I make em my children
Scoping the game & I'm making a killing
Uh
Wait
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
F*ck on a bitch and I f*ck on her friend
Pardon my language, I cannot pretend
To feel for these bitches, they playing to win
They care for no one but themself in the end
I get it baby, the world gonna spin
F*ck it and f*ck you, I'll say it again
Sink in
Don't be surprised what I keep in the closet, stashing the currency, hiding the wallet
Working in silence and moving in private, don't say what you getting till you know you got it
I'm on a roll and nobody can stop it
Setting the bar and nobody can top it
Trip to the city, I'm taking her with me
Counting the profit and slashing the losses
She follow the rules, I'm giving her jewels she got that diamond ring
Don't wanna be rude, I'm not in the mood, I'm into finer things
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
Keep what I make I don't want dividends
5th avenue with a bag I will spend
Plaid on my pants, designer the trench
Spending addiction that fashion my vice
Itching like I got a head full of lice
Balenciaga, no matter the price
Call her Miranda, I'm eating her right
Feel on her body while reading her rights
Breakin her back and I put her in rice
Yeah
Flipping a bag, don't spend it
Own what I buy, no tenant
This ain't a stunt, no gimmick
Cannot get used to winning
Go back to back like I'm chasing the pennant
Go from the east to the west like I'm Dennis
Fire my therapist, hire my dentist
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
Double the profit again and again
Back to the roots
Peep through the lens
F*ck all these niggas, ain't making amends
I am a don amongst mortal men
Niggas in question, my answer depends
Call for advice & they biting the hand
Boots on the ground, my niggas we band
Yeah
Uh
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
Double the profit again and again
Back to the roots
Peep through the lens
F*ck all these niggas, ain't making amends
I'm a don amongst mortal men
Niggas in question, my answer depends
Call for advice & they biting the hand
Boots on the ground, my niggas we band
Shots of the duss, in the back of the coupe, so high my nosebleed
They follow suit, repeat no fluke, i make em feel me
Pop up they feelings
Sick of this shit and I'm up to the ceiling
Sonning these niggas I make em my children
Scoping the game & I'm making a killing
Uh
Wait
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
F*ck on a bitch and I f*ck on her friend
Pardon my language, I cannot pretend
To feel for these bitches, they playing to win
They care for no one but themself in the end
I get it baby, the world gonna spin
F*ck it and f*ck you, I'll say it again
Sink in
Don't be surprised what I keep in the closet, stashing the currency, hiding the wallet
Working in silence and moving in private, don't say what you getting till you know you got it
I'm on a roll and nobody can stop it
Setting the bar and nobody can top it
Trip to the city, I'm taking her with me
Counting the profit and slashing the losses
She follow the rules, I'm giving her jewels she got that diamond ring
Don't wanna be rude, I'm not in the mood, I'm into finer things
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
Keep what I make I don't want dividends
5th avenue with a bag I will spend
Plaid on my pants, designer the trench
Spending addiction that fashion my vice
Itching like I got a head full of lice
Balenciaga, no matter the price
Call her Miranda, I'm eating her right
Feel on her body while reading her rights
Breakin her back and I put her in rice
Yeah
Flipping a bag, don't spend it
Own what I buy, no tenant
This ain't a stunt, no gimmick
Cannot get used to winning
Go back to back like I'm chasing the pennant
Go from the east to the west like I'm Dennis
Fire my therapist, hire my dentist
No longer mute
Chasing the ends
Double the profit again and again
Back to the roots
Peep through the lens
F*ck all these niggas, ain't making amends
I am a don amongst mortal men
Niggas in question, my answer depends
Call for advice & they biting the hand
Boots on the ground, my niggas we band
Writer: Jae Sulton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid