| «Aw yeah, man, what’s goin' on, it’s KCillion Da Don, yeah, it’s and Milwaukee
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| Wisconsin shit goin' on right now, you know, 414 love, yeah, it’s KCillion Da
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| Don, y’all, went in Walgreens and bought everything off the wall, y’all, yeah,
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| man, it’s Foot Locker’s number one shopper and my bankroll is a whopper!
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| Yeah, it’s KCillion Da Don, man! |
| Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside, man,
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| we everywhere, man! |
| It’s 414 shit, this KCillion Da Don. |
| Stop callin' me
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| KCillion, man. |
| KCillion Da Don»
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| This some 2020 shit
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| It’s gettin' out there, it’s gettin' out, motherfuckers gettin' popped every
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| day now
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| Like anybody, I would like to live a long life, longevity
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| (Free DC! Free DC! Free DC! Free DC! Free DC!)
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Woah!
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| See how I’m feelin' right now
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| Nigga what the fuck, what’s the deal right now? |
| Woah
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| Too much fear right now
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| Niggas need to pop out with the gear right now, woah
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| Feelin' Margiela right now
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| Foenem off a pill, tryna kill right now, woah
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| It’s a lil' scrimmage, I love my all business
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| This shit not an image, DC off the Henny, woah (Yeah)
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| I keep it close
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| Big-ass drum, we gon' rock and just roll
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| Watch out, bitch, it’s a young nigga world
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| Why that nigga looking at my fucking cheddar?
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| Better pipe down, this shit way too above your wage
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| Oh, triple digits on the dash
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| And that Bentley like Thomas Wayne
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| Get all my dawgs, put 'em in a huddle, said we gon' be rich forever
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| Niggas sick of that shitty weather
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| If it’s gang vs. the world, we gon' get together
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| Why the fuck would we go out with ourselves
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| Blowin' out the door, now I’m feeling better
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| Pussy boy, we can’t sit together
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| Like Lebrons and Ksubis, that don’t fit together
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| Better not get involved, we with the shits and that’s truly
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| So paranoid, I’m off, I’m on the stage with my toolie
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| Got an idea, like, «Baw, Brandon, let’s go shoot a movie»
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| 2020 we gon' ball, nigga don’t like it, then shoot me
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| Spin through your block, make it spooky, ooh
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| Okay, I feel it, this bitch heating up
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| Rocky Balboa, in seven rounds, I beat it up
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| Knock it out the park, make this bitch wake up
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| Feel like Drake, Marvin’s Room, I can’t give out no love
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| I had to get it like Billie Jean’s son
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| Please don’t get on my nerves, I’m just tryna have fun, okay
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| Cash out, black out, anyways
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| Missed out, passed out, any day
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| No doubt, fast route, many ways
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| Missed out, fast route, anyways
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Better not get involved, we with the shits and that’s truly
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| So paranoid, I’m off, I’m on the stage with my toolie
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| Got an idea, like, «Baw, Brandon, let’s go shoot a movie»
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| 2020 we gon' ball, nigga don’t like it, then shoot me
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| Spin through your block, make it spooky, ooh
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| Okay, I feel it, this bitch heating up
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| Rocky Balboa, in seven rounds, I beat it up
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| Knock it out the park, make this bitch wake up
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| Feel like Drake, Marvin’s Room, I can’t give out no love
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| I had to get it like Billie Jean’s son
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| Please don’t get on my nerves, I’m just tryna have fun, okay |