Mr. D.C.T. Pt. 2

Nha-ha-ha
It's the fuckin' Bandman you head
Nha-ha
Aye look
Hold on look wait
Hold on look wait
Mr. don't cuff that you heard
You know how this shit go

Ay hold on wait, baby girl it's the Bandman
Come and take you a ride to the band land
Give you this dick, make you come out your sweat glands
Love when it slippin' and slide, feel like wetland
Hah, let me stop talkin' macky
Fuck all the lust, I just want to make you happy
Love when you play in my hair call it nappy
Them niggas you fuckin', be givin' me wacky

Wait, they hatin' on me got vendettas
Uh, put my trust in this Beretta
Niggas be talkin', they hatin' I let them
'Cause I really know if I want, they can wet 'em
Aye, ask about me in that nigga
Me i be chillin', while gang pullin' triggers
Tryna get momma, a house, and some figures
I know the gold comin', I'm really a digger

She doesn't like you and me
And don't know what she is doin'
She is doin' (aye, uh)

Competition they givin' me nada
I'm a worthy when I'm off the cassa
Magic troops when I (uh) I'm that tada
My bookie like it when I call him Dada
Just pop that, who poppin' like me
Service finishest who par keys like me
Nipples in my ass, who got asses like me

Big A and G, who parkin' like me
Seven figures all from Tiktok
That's a richer mail castin'
Eatin' richer meals can't name a bitch
That's a bigger deal, I can be his need
Get my bathin' room
Got my own parkin' spot 'em sex oh
Bad addict, I pop text, yeah
Older niggas fuckin' stoppin' no
I might treat his face, like a penny-tone

She doesn't like you and me
And don't know what she is doin'
She is doin'



Credits
Writer(s): Khaled Rohaim, Crystal Waters, Neal Conway, Siril Pettus, Maya Earrly
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