Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Donedeal Season, artist - Versatile.
Date of issue: 31.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Donedeal Season |
Guess who’s back on the wax |
Still strapped with pat with gats |
Dealin out stacks on parole |
Scopin dogs and cats smokin squidgy black |
Don’t give a rats I’m sick o' the dole |
I need more cash |
I need me chance |
Me birds got fat |
I’m feelin' trapped |
I ran outta blow |
Can’t afford gucci slacks, no more stacks |
And now we’re goin' to Donedeal to make all me dough |
(Eskimo Supreme) |
When it’s late at night and it’s after dark |
We’re discussing all the dogs that we saw at the park |
Tryna figure the ones that are less likely to bark |
After givin' a blowback off a joint we sparked |
Then we buy an ounce of cheese |
Blow it in the face if a bichon frise |
Throw it in the back o' the van with ease |
Make sure it’s baked and it’s guaranteed |
That we’re gonna get away wit' your pet |
No sweat |
If a younger comes hit him with a left shoot 'em wit' a tec |
Leave 'em wrecked have him beat |
OutBurst don’t give a fuck |
No threat, here to pay off our debt’s |
(Casper Walsh) |
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci |
The Pedigree tins, can go very far |
Ya lure the dogs in the back o' the car |
Away from their owner, away from their ma' |
The owner don’t know it, dog’s in the palm o' your hand |
Back o' the van, your dog’s goin' in the back of the van (woof woof) |
Back o' the van, your dog’s goin' in the back of the van |
Back o' the van, your dog’s goin' in the back of the van |
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci |
(Casper Walsh) |
Straight rollin' down the South side o' the |
Liffey, Liffey, Liffey, Liffey, Liffey, Liffey |
Gone in a jiffy, jiffy |
Puppy in the back, baby fat lookin |
Squishy, Squishy, Squishy, Squishy, Squishy, Squishy |
Fat lookin' squishy, squishy |
Baked off me titties, titties |
Givin' the doggy kisses, kisses |
Little does he know he’s gettin' sold for |
One fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, |
fifty (fading while next line begins) fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty |
The Gucci, The Prada, The Louis Vuitton |
The Gucci, The Prada, The Louis Vuitton |
Donedeal season with the dog rob and leave ya |
Got your bichon fuckin' frise in the back o' the van fishin' |
Jolly after hit me brick and get the lemon that I’m breezin |
Me and Alex we be creepin' on our victims we be sweepin' |
Wha'? |
Callin' Garda tryna catch us better stop cause you’re not |
Callin' Garda tryna catch us beat the cop 'n' you’ll be shot |
Sendin' your sno' back to your maw |
Robbin' your dog while we’re smokin' the pot |
(Eskimo) Smokin the wha? |
(Casper) Smokin the pot! |
(Eskimo) Smokin the wha'? |
(Casper) Smokin the pot! |
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci |
The Pedigree tins, can go very far |
Ya lure the dogs in the back o' the car |
Away from their owner, away from their ma' |
The owner don’t know it, dog’s in the palm o' your hand |
Back o' the van, your dog’s goin' in the back of the van |
Back o' the van, your dog’s goin' in the back of the van |
Back o' the van, your dog’s goin' in the back of the van |
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci! |