Donna
Donna

John Anthony, J Mont - Donna Lyrics

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Donna Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm ready to fight, dawg
If anyone trigger my line, then I'ma ignite off like a time bomb
I'm doing this shit 'til I ever decide to sign off
Your rhymes are better than mine? Nah
I'm crackin' up like a sidewalk, call me cyclops
My fans lovin' my jams, every time I drop, I
Gimmie a second, I feel like a legend, I need to address it
I be killing this shit like twice a year
Maybe I should drop like two records on two separate occasions, I don't lose ever
Better check my status, who's better?
Lemme give you mother fuckers two letters, (Me!)
Got these rappers gettin' mad at me
Magically I turn back to being that asshole
'Cause actually, they can never come after me
Man, this beat is fantastic like Mr. Reed, I just happen to be
Stretchin' out these lyrics, are you feel it like a cavity? I'ma
Beat raper to the paper, wait up, lemme take the, bass out and erase ya
I burnt ya to brown 'cause I'm not a good Baker
May feel this shit, but your a hater, so I'll just save this shit later
You can have more fans and money but I plan to study this game 'til I'm greater
Than every last one of you, tell me now what'cha gonna do?
I got more fuckin' chips on my shoulder now than Bill Russell do
Homie now, here's the fuckin' truth, I look for some type of bargain
And shop for a deal and hope I can walk out a fuckin' target
Tell me ya'll wanna start it, I'll give it, no one can stop it
I'll hop inside of my broken Rocketship 'cause I'm bout'a orbit
Right to the top, ain't no way I'm actin' all outta pocket
But ya'll better stop the gossip, before this glock ends up cockin'
I promise I won't ever stop until God is knockin'
This product I'm droppin', it's got you coppin' the hottest topic
So obviously I just gotta do what I gotta
Proven there is a lotta left in my medulla oblongata
Fuck a Donna, 'cause
Mont
Yeah
I'm not takin' a backseat
Ya'll remember Bandz, not talkin' backstreet
I'm back with more heat, I'm killin' beats, I'm Jason Voorhees
Unleashed upon the weak, plate full when I'm eatin', listen when I speak
Always countin' sheep, why you sleeping?
I try to impress the best, I stress the restless nights
Perfectin' sets, my relentless drive has 'em vexed
Perplexed by this shit, I'm committed to this game, I'm getting paid
Everywhere I go they know my name, my life is not the same
Bitches on bitches, enriched 'cause all this fame
Entertaining the devil, you get sent straight into the flames
Stitches for snitches, they got pussies between their legs
And I'm keepin' my grass cut short, that's for the snakes, but
I keep it civil, this vision I'm spittin', I hit 'em, they listen
They swing and they missin', I'm bright and I'm glisten
I'm psycho, I'm schitzin'
I'm Mike against the Pistons, means I'm clutch
Jumping out the bleachers, features got them goin' nuts

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm ready to fight, dawg
If anyone trigger my line, then I'ma ignite off like a time bomb
I'm doing this shit 'til I ever decide to sign off
Your rhymes are better than mine? Nah
I'm crackin' up like a sidewalk, call me cyclops
My fans lovin' my jams, every time I drop, I
Gimmie a second, I feel like a legend, I need to address it
I be killing this shit like twice a year
Maybe I should drop like two records on two separate occasions, I don't lose ever
Better check my status, who's better?
Lemme give you mother fuckers two letters, (Me!)
Got these rappers gettin' mad at me
Magically I turn back to being that asshole
'Cause actually, they can never come after me
Man, this beat is fantastic like Mr. Reed, I just happen to be
Stretchin' out these lyrics, are you feel it like a cavity? I'ma
Beat raper to the paper, wait up, lemme take the, bass out and erase ya
I burnt ya to brown 'cause I'm not a good Baker
May feel this shit, but your a hater, so I'll just save this shit later
You can have more fans and money but I plan to study this game 'til I'm greater
Than every last one of you, tell me now what'cha gonna do?
I got more fuckin' chips on my shoulder now than Bill Russell do
Homie now, here's the fuckin' truth, I look for some type of bargain
And shop for a deal and hope I can walk out a fuckin' target
Tell me ya'll wanna start it, I'll give it, no one can stop it
I'll hop inside of my broken Rocketship 'cause I'm bout'a orbit
Right to the top, ain't no way I'm actin' all outta pocket
But ya'll better stop the gossip, before this glock ends up cockin'
I promise I won't ever stop until God is knockin'
This product I'm droppin', it's got you coppin' the hottest topic
So obviously I just gotta do what I gotta
Proven there is a lotta left in my medulla oblongata
Fuck a Donna, 'cause
Mont
Yeah
I'm not takin' a backseat
Ya'll remember Bandz, not talkin' backstreet
I'm back with more heat, I'm killin' beats, I'm Jason Voorhees
Unleashed upon the weak, plate full when I'm eatin', listen when I speak
Always countin' sheep, why you sleeping?
I try to impress the best, I stress the restless nights
Perfectin' sets, my relentless drive has 'em vexed
Perplexed by this shit, I'm committed to this game, I'm getting paid
Everywhere I go they know my name, my life is not the same
Bitches on bitches, enriched 'cause all this fame
Entertaining the devil, you get sent straight into the flames
Stitches for snitches, they got pussies between their legs
And I'm keepin' my grass cut short, that's for the snakes, but
I keep it civil, this vision I'm spittin', I hit 'em, they listen
They swing and they missin', I'm bright and I'm glisten
I'm psycho, I'm schitzin'
I'm Mike against the Pistons, means I'm clutch
Jumping out the bleachers, features got them goin' nuts

Writer(s): Anthony Grandinetti, Justin Montalvo
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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