Lyrics Dylon - Danny Brown

Dylon

Playin' ping-pong with my boss in her drawers
Glowin' like her name
Came down her hatch like I’m Santa Claus (Claus)
Playin' El DeBarge at the Taj Mahal (Step)
She was, made her take a pause (Yeah)
Paint a doll on her like I’m Bob Ross (Uh-huh)
Eatin' lemon peppers like I’m Rick Ross (Baow)
If the check’s separate then we can’t talk (Nah)
'Caus in the separation, it divide us (Yah)
Money multiplyin' so don’t even try us (Yeah)
Sniff that same shit that killed Len Bias (Yeah)
Burnt my nose when I tried it so didn’t buy it (Yep)
Dylon, dylon (Step)
Ain’t nobody hotter than the shit I’m on (Nah)
We can get it on 'til the break of dawn (Yeah)
They ain’t gettin' money, what is y’all niggas on?
(Ha)
Dylon, dylon
Ain’t nobody hotter than the shit I’m on (Step)
We can get it on 'til the break of dawn (Yeah)
We been gettin' money, what is y’all niggas on?
(Go)
Olé, olé (Step)
Dress a bitch up, Cirque du Soleil (Hahaha)
Eatin' parfait in (Yeah)
My DM be obey
Black lives matter, still sniff cocaine
Smokin' propane, blowin' like Coltraine
You ain’t seen pain 'til
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