Don’t i Lyrics by Roddy Ricch ft. Gunna is latest English song with music also given by Sonic, Wasa & MoneyEvery. Don’t i song lyrics are written by MoneyEvery, Wasa, Sonic, Gunna & Roddy Ricch.
Don’t i Song Detail
| Song Name: | Don’t i |
| Singer: | Roddy Ricch, Gunna |
| Composer: | Sonic, Wasa, MoneyEvery |
| Lyrics by: | MoneyEvery, Wasa, Sonic, Gunna, Roddy Ricch |
Don’t i Lyrics
Ayy, draped my dog in that jesus piece
Pray to god he gon’ touch a b
Charge four hundred ’cause the talk ain’t cheap
I still got lil’ ni^^as ’round that corner
I’m still gon’ be up if I die today
I came through crashing like a tidal wave
I got this s^^t on lock, don’t I?
And I got your bi^^h on lock, don’t I?
I got the dick make her toxic, don’t I?
I got the s^^t make ’em plot, don’t I?
I was in the chi’ town with ye makin’ donda
I gotta buy up the block, don’t I?
I got a lot of s^^t to pop, don’t I?
And she got that lil’ wap, don’t she?
I know how to hit a spot, don’t I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
At the stove makin’ rice-a-roni
I don’t take your advice, you can show me
Had to put some privacy trees around the villa ’cause I know the nеighbors too nosey
Turned twenty-three, thеn I poured up an eight in my soda ’cause I miss kobe
Can’t depend on you ni^^as, I move like I’m jigga, I get the b’s on my lonely
That internet chat, you a chatty patty
On a golf course, but I ain’t got no caddy
I like when her head screwed on straight
I make sure you gon’ eat with your own plate
Ni^^as talkin’ that tough on the long shot
I told my lil’ bi^^h how to take care of a ni^^a
I like when she text, “What you on, bae?”
A lot of these ni^^as talk s^^t, but they ain’t ’bout it
I ain’t lil baby, but I get four pockets full
Roddy pulling up in the drop with the wolves
I want my bi^^h to have money like oprah
You know she special, I’m picky and I chose her
Starter kit came with an outer space rover
She like to travel and travel and travel, so I flew her out and back to california
Ayy, draped my dog in that jesus piece
Pray to god he gon’ touch a b
Charge four hundred ’cause the talk ain’t cheap
I still got lil’ ni^^as ’round that corner
I’m still gon’ be up if I die today
I came through crashing like a tidal wave
I got this s^^t on lock, don’t I?
And I got your bi^^h on lock, don’t I?
I got the dick make her toxic, don’t I?
I got the s^^t make ’em plot, don’t I?
I was in the chi’ town with ye makin’ donda
I gotta buy up the block, don’t I?
I got a lot of s^^t to pop, don’t I?
And she got that lil’ wap, don’t she?
I know how to hit a spot, don’t I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
Gunna
Real geeker, turn your bi^^h to a stoner
We real p’s, that’s why your bi^^h pulled up on us
Don’t f^^k with suckers, we can never condone ’em
Ain’t a ho, but I came up off a corner
We ride the rolls truck whenever I wanna
We count the rolls, I got new bigger pointers
White pretty toes walking to the young gunna
My bi^^h hot and wet, she remind me of a sauna
My car neighborhood blue, the same color kroger
Keep icing my neck and my wrist like it’s swollen
The doc’ tryna get the codeine out my colon
This s^^t starting to sound like a hit, don’t it?
F^^k all that cap, gunna gon’ say some s^^t that will make you go turn up your clique, don’t it?
All the time, I’m making sense, don’t I?
I go viral with a fit, don’t I?
I add bile to this s^^t, don’t I?
I’m inspired by the glist’ of the wrist, you’d do the same if you rich, don’t lie
Sixty k for the bracelet, spent over three million with elliot, no lie
Every state and every city, sold out
Pick a target, I’ma hit it, don’t I?
Draped my dog in that jesus piece
Pray to god he gon’ touch a b
Charge four hundred ’cause the talk ain’t cheap
I still got lil’ ni^^as ’round that corner
I’m still gon’ be up if I die today
I came through crashing like a tidal wave
I got this s^^t on lock, don’t I?
And I got your bi^^h on lock, don’t I?
I got the dick make her toxic, don’t I?
I got the s^^t make ’em plot, don’t I?
I was in the chi’ town with ye makin’ donda
I gotta buy up the block, don’t I?
I got a lot of s^^t to pop, don’t I?
And she got that lil’ wap, don’t she?
I know how to hit a spot, don’t I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
This s^^t starting to sound like a hit, don’t it?
Starter kit came with an outer space rover
Car neighborhood blue, the same color kroger
You know she special, I’m picky and I chose her