
DISASTER Dro Kenji
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[Intro]
(Yo, Zay, what up?)
(Census, what you cookin'?)
[Chorus]
My heart beat faster when I'm fucked up and don't care about nun'
Let's make a disaster and throw it all away and watch the world burn
Shawty say I'm so damn silent in person, I'm just thinkin' 'bout all these bands
When I'm all alone, it's just me by myself
You was not by my side, what the fuck is a handout? (What the fuck is a handout?)
[Post-Chorus]
Bitch, I do what I want, ya not changin' me
I dropped twenty on diamonds for clarity (No)
I left Mary to go fuck on Charity
Cold-hearted nigga, it ain't no declarin' me (Ain't no declarin' me)
On my pistol, these niggas be pussy (Whoa)
Too much drip, I ain't think the bitch knew where to look
And this .762 read his mind like a book (Whoa)
I don't hang with the hatin' niggas, they get banned
Blocked from the squad, nigga, you a fan
Crackers hatin' 'cause the Porsche is too fast
Love that bitch and she gon' take you through Hell
All nine levels and back (Yeah)
I just want seven more racks (Yeah)
I cut off a couple of friends (Yeah)
And they're not allowed to come back here
(Yo, Zay, what up?)
(Census, what you cookin'?)
[Chorus]
My heart beat faster when I'm fucked up and don't care about nun'
Let's make a disaster and throw it all away and watch the world burn
Shawty say I'm so damn silent in person, I'm just thinkin' 'bout all these bands
When I'm all alone, it's just me by myself
You was not by my side, what the fuck is a handout? (What the fuck is a handout?)
[Post-Chorus]
Bitch, I do what I want, ya not changin' me
I dropped twenty on diamonds for clarity (No)
I left Mary to go fuck on Charity
Cold-hearted nigga, it ain't no declarin' me (Ain't no declarin' me)
On my pistol, these niggas be pussy (Whoa)
Too much drip, I ain't think the bitch knew where to look
And this .762 read his mind like a book (Whoa)
I don't hang with the hatin' niggas, they get banned
Blocked from the squad, nigga, you a fan
Crackers hatin' 'cause the Porsche is too fast
Love that bitch and she gon' take you through Hell
All nine levels and back (Yeah)
I just want seven more racks (Yeah)
I cut off a couple of friends (Yeah)
And they're not allowed to come back here
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