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DND Video (MV)




Performed By: Trill $emaj
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: James Oliver




Trill $emaj - DND Lyrics




Leave me alone don't ask me shit
Nigga don't ask me shit
Tryna get them VV's to shine on my wrist
Tryna get them VV's to shine on my wrist
(Lets go!)
I'm working so if aint bout money don't hit my phone jack
These hoes flock to me I'm never got ask where the hoes at
The way I be flexing and chasing the cheese they get so mad
I think they fed up they started calling me gym rat

I gotta work a lil harder
I want my money long as a charter
Her pussy bald like coach Carter
Imma take care of his daughter

Chandelier on my wrist and the ceiling ooh
Feed the block oh man what a feeling
Shout out to my guys they the realest
Another bag I had to double back and get it

Always stayed 10 ten toes
Never gone quit like I'm D. Rose
Last girl was a freak hoe
We don't keep those

Gotta keep the phone on DND
I be working do not disturb
Lot of these hoes ain't believe in me
So when get done f*cking kicked to the curb

Leave me alone don't ask me shit
Nigga don't ask me shit
Tryna get them VV's to shine on my wrist
Tryna get them VV's to shine on my wrist
(Lets go!)
I'm working so if aint bout money don't hit my phone jack
These hoes flock to me I'm never got ask where the hoes at
The way I be flexing and chasing the cheese they get so mad
I think they fed up they started calling me gym rat
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Leave me alone don't ask me shit
Nigga don't ask me shit
Tryna get them VV's to shine on my wrist
Tryna get them VV's to shine on my wrist
(Lets go!)
I'm working so if aint bout money don't hit my phone jack
These hoes flock to me I'm never got ask where the hoes at
The way I be flexing and chasing the cheese they get so mad
I think they fed up they started calling me gym rat

I gotta work a lil harder
I want my money long as a charter
Her pussy bald like coach Carter
Imma take care of his daughter

Chandelier on my wrist and the ceiling ooh
Feed the block oh man what a feeling
Shout out to my guys they the realest
Another bag I had to double back and get it

Always stayed 10 ten toes
Never gone quit like I'm D. Rose
Last girl was a freak hoe
We don't keep those

Gotta keep the phone on DND
I be working do not disturb
Lot of these hoes ain't believe in me
So when get done f*cking kicked to the curb

Leave me alone don't ask me shit
Nigga don't ask me shit
Tryna get them VV's to shine on my wrist
Tryna get them VV's to shine on my wrist
(Lets go!)
I'm working so if aint bout money don't hit my phone jack
These hoes flock to me I'm never got ask where the hoes at
The way I be flexing and chasing the cheese they get so mad
I think they fed up they started calling me gym rat
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Writer: James Oliver
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