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DONNY DARKO Video (MV)




Performed By: Don Toliver
Featuring: Lil Uzi Vert
Language: English
Length: 1:57
Written by: Caleb Zackery Toliver, Symere Woods




Don Toliver - DONNY DARKO Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Uzi Vert ]

(I-I-I-)
Phew, phew

Yeah, yeah, yeah, give a f*ck 'bout what you think (woah, I-I-I)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I be laughin' to the bank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't like that ho, she stank (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I be laughin' to the bank (I-I-I-)

Yeah it's Donny Darko, niggas stole your coco (I-I-I-)
Better call the popo, oh yeah, dodgin' popo (woah)
Shorty got to get in a chokehold (huh?)
Try to get inside, I don't know 'em (yeah)
On a private jet like woah-woah
Cranberry red it's ro-ro
Hold up, let me call my bro-bro
Young nigga hangin' out of the four-door (woah)
Too many bad bitches it's trouble (a stack)
You need 'em a stack, double

Yeah, yeah, yeah, give a f*ck 'bout what you think
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I be laughin' to the bank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't like that ho, she stank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I be laughin' to the bank (huh? Brr)

Most of these niggas be bozos (bozos)
F*cked your bitch in the cho-cho (cho-cho)
Chanel on me, that's Coco (what?)
Most of my bitches sell cuckoo (woah)
Mixed the green with the yellow, that's azul (woah)
I was on the beam with a RP (woo)
I was so high like a top form
Just gave fifty racks to my goon (yeah, yeah)
I'm rich as bitch, laugh to the bank like, "Ha, ha, ha, ha" (hmm, rich as a bitch)
I'm on that GTA shit, I'm on a RP, yeah, ten ten ten
Like your bitch on my whip, my Maybach got that extra tint-tint, tint-tint
I'm so rich, they keep tryna judge me
They don't f*ck with my sin-sin, sin-sins
Every time that she suck my- (ah)
I'm so respectful that I grin-grin, grin-grin
Ha, ha, ha

Come on Uzi, let me get that tank nigga I'ma grab them keys (come on)
Call up my eses out in Texas, kill you for a couple Ps
You wanna talk cars in here, talk broads in here, man I got him beat
I don't give a f*ck 'bout what these niggas talkin' 'bout, in the party I got 'em geeked (geeked)

Ha, give a f*ck 'bout what you think
Ha, I be laughin' to the bank
Ha, don't like that ho she stink
Ha, I be laughin' to the bank
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English

(I-I-I-)
Phew, phew

Yeah, yeah, yeah, give a f*ck 'bout what you think (woah, I-I-I)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I be laughin' to the bank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't like that ho, she stank (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I be laughin' to the bank (I-I-I-)

Yeah it's Donny Darko, niggas stole your coco (I-I-I-)
Better call the popo, oh yeah, dodgin' popo (woah)
Shorty got to get in a chokehold (huh?)
Try to get inside, I don't know 'em (yeah)
On a private jet like woah-woah
Cranberry red it's ro-ro
Hold up, let me call my bro-bro
Young nigga hangin' out of the four-door (woah)
Too many bad bitches it's trouble (a stack)
You need 'em a stack, double

Yeah, yeah, yeah, give a f*ck 'bout what you think
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I be laughin' to the bank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't like that ho, she stank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I be laughin' to the bank (huh? Brr)

Most of these niggas be bozos (bozos)
F*cked your bitch in the cho-cho (cho-cho)
Chanel on me, that's Coco (what?)
Most of my bitches sell cuckoo (woah)
Mixed the green with the yellow, that's azul (woah)
I was on the beam with a RP (woo)
I was so high like a top form
Just gave fifty racks to my goon (yeah, yeah)
I'm rich as bitch, laugh to the bank like, "Ha, ha, ha, ha" (hmm, rich as a bitch)
I'm on that GTA shit, I'm on a RP, yeah, ten ten ten
Like your bitch on my whip, my Maybach got that extra tint-tint, tint-tint
I'm so rich, they keep tryna judge me
They don't f*ck with my sin-sin, sin-sins
Every time that she suck my- (ah)
I'm so respectful that I grin-grin, grin-grin
Ha, ha, ha

Come on Uzi, let me get that tank nigga I'ma grab them keys (come on)
Call up my eses out in Texas, kill you for a couple Ps
You wanna talk cars in here, talk broads in here, man I got him beat
I don't give a f*ck 'bout what these niggas talkin' 'bout, in the party I got 'em geeked (geeked)

Ha, give a f*ck 'bout what you think
Ha, I be laughin' to the bank
Ha, don't like that ho she stink
Ha, I be laughin' to the bank
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Writer: Caleb Zackery Toliver, Symere Woods
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