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Performed By: Dnola4
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Donnie Gilder




Dnola4 - Instagram Lyrics




He want the fame, so we gon' put him on the TV screen
Like before I think with my dick, I'ma beat my meat
Like brother, take me to the house, I gotta switch my ski
Like how the f*ck these niggas makin' songs that block getting beats

If you ain't tryna take a soul, don't hop up in this load
Like why the f*ck this nigga clutchin' poles, he not finna blow
Like why the f*ck would I get it for the high I get it for the low
I'm a cold nigga, when I'm outside, I don't get chilly

Park the whip and let me out, I finger f*ck flully
Yeah, yeah
Woke up, dropped a four up in my papa, ain ate
Nigga throw a rock this way, he know he bound to get baked

That ain't no bbl back there, that bitch got a pound cake
Said she gon' pay me with no motion, lol, it sounds great
You hear that pop pop pop pop pop, and the glass break
Ayy, that nigga took Trey to the head, he got a glass face

Ayy, I woke up high as f*ck, it got me mad face
That nigga flexin' counterfeits, his whole bag fake
I love it when she arch that shit and make her back break
Don't throw no sucka shit up, or you gon' get spanked

If you wanna see it times three, just put it in my hand
I just hit a nigga for five P's off of Instagram
Like every time I dot the doe, I can't forget the slam
I put these little niggas on, I feel like Vince McMahon

Forget I'm famous, I'm might up it on the camera, man
Look, I'ma try to duck my karma, but I rob, niggas
Ayy, like park the whip and let me out, I think I'm spot niggas
You can catch me off them PKs ion pop jiggas

Dn smoked a baby ape, you are not gorilla
Brother, turn that shit off, he is not a killer
Ayy, if I ain't poppin' PKs, then I'm a pop, nickel
I drop the pin and he ain't spin like he don't got dribbles

That bitch ain't got no payment for me, tell her to kick Pebbles
I just touched something slight, I'm finna switch levels
Nola gang real original we are not rebels I had to tell a nerd, nigga, we are not rivals

Used to flex on me back then, now I'ma slide by you
It hella crocs up in this, it's the bayou
Gon' know I'm up when I'm sendin' bitches out to Dubai
I dot the doe with new J's, they like, ooh, he flyk

You ain't gettin' high off your pop, I got a different kind
I'm pullin' wigs, pullin' tracks, tryna break her spine
You ain't need me it go down,don't try to bang my line
If I go down, close my lips and I'ma take my time

This bitch takin' pics, give me back my pipe
Dn got into it with the boys, cause I know my rights
Finna take this shit OT, I need a different site
Thanks for watching
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He want the fame, so we gon' put him on the TV screen
Like before I think with my dick, I'ma beat my meat
Like brother, take me to the house, I gotta switch my ski
Like how the f*ck these niggas makin' songs that block getting beats

If you ain't tryna take a soul, don't hop up in this load
Like why the f*ck this nigga clutchin' poles, he not finna blow
Like why the f*ck would I get it for the high I get it for the low
I'm a cold nigga, when I'm outside, I don't get chilly

Park the whip and let me out, I finger f*ck flully
Yeah, yeah
Woke up, dropped a four up in my papa, ain ate
Nigga throw a rock this way, he know he bound to get baked

That ain't no bbl back there, that bitch got a pound cake
Said she gon' pay me with no motion, lol, it sounds great
You hear that pop pop pop pop pop, and the glass break
Ayy, that nigga took Trey to the head, he got a glass face

Ayy, I woke up high as f*ck, it got me mad face
That nigga flexin' counterfeits, his whole bag fake
I love it when she arch that shit and make her back break
Don't throw no sucka shit up, or you gon' get spanked

If you wanna see it times three, just put it in my hand
I just hit a nigga for five P's off of Instagram
Like every time I dot the doe, I can't forget the slam
I put these little niggas on, I feel like Vince McMahon

Forget I'm famous, I'm might up it on the camera, man
Look, I'ma try to duck my karma, but I rob, niggas
Ayy, like park the whip and let me out, I think I'm spot niggas
You can catch me off them PKs ion pop jiggas

Dn smoked a baby ape, you are not gorilla
Brother, turn that shit off, he is not a killer
Ayy, if I ain't poppin' PKs, then I'm a pop, nickel
I drop the pin and he ain't spin like he don't got dribbles

That bitch ain't got no payment for me, tell her to kick Pebbles
I just touched something slight, I'm finna switch levels
Nola gang real original we are not rebels I had to tell a nerd, nigga, we are not rivals

Used to flex on me back then, now I'ma slide by you
It hella crocs up in this, it's the bayou
Gon' know I'm up when I'm sendin' bitches out to Dubai
I dot the doe with new J's, they like, ooh, he flyk

You ain't gettin' high off your pop, I got a different kind
I'm pullin' wigs, pullin' tracks, tryna break her spine
You ain't need me it go down,don't try to bang my line
If I go down, close my lips and I'ma take my time

This bitch takin' pics, give me back my pipe
Dn got into it with the boys, cause I know my rights
Finna take this shit OT, I need a different site
Thanks for watching
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Writer: Donnie Gilder
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