D!On Btb

Hmm, Dion BTB, Dion BTB
DION!
Hmm, I make you jump out your flesh
Stop talking out your neck, say that shit with your chest
Hmm!

They couldn't stand on business if I laid a suit on the ground
Fuck round with me, get your card pulled
I'll spray that bucket, Bitch, get your car pooled
Dion with me, bout to clown you, boo-boo the fool

Ain't named Bob, but I stayed with the tool
They got five 'fore Dion come pursue
These lazy niggas bet they can't be seated with us, uh
I'm Lady Cleo, please don't make me call your bliz'uff, uh
None of them tough, I see them, they looking rough
Like Hillary, I'mma duff'em
I bag, these niggas, I clutch'em
He pussy before I touch him
Don't douche it but still its fuck him
My body my magnum opus

Oh, yo body a gun? My body a gun too
Demarc-Rock Lee, drunken fist like a screwed driver
One punch, I'll sink your face, go get your diver
Rock your shit like Titanic, ain't no survivors
Under the sea

Tell a bitch pull up his pants, no one harder than me
Carry a stick and talk soft, no, I carry a tree
Loud pack coming with me, smoke my opp, I'm litty
I get so high off life, this perc infinity

Yo, like the infinity stones, yo man, I'm bringing him home
He snap it, then I clap it, foreplay, then go straight to the dome
And on the mic, I sing like Britney, free the nuts from its home
I'm gone. Might be faded, help me slurp all the bone
It's Dee the D'va, best believe I'll squirt in your fucking home
I lather him in magic, gagged him tryna go through my phone
I pop shit, haters love me cause I'm toxic
I'm top ten

Watch this, I ain't got a rollie on but I can make a opp-tic
Ain't never suicidal, but I love a cutlet
Two birds of a feather get more neck than ostrich
We fucking, don't miss

Ayo Dion, we need a smoking section
We too hot, hot, hot, we too hot, hot, hot, oh
Ayo Demarc, we need a smoking session
Tell that bitch go get a cigarette cause it's done

Bitch, know I'm the sun, one of one, universe is him
Demarc the gun, spray you niggas, but don't fucking run
Do it for fun, cop a nigga, then go fuck his son, I like him hung
Two inside it, Dee don't fucking run
And if you got a question, motherfucker, ask me
I pass you city niggas waiting in a taxi
Yo, I'm a gritty Jersey nigga where the cash be
I run the orchestra, you niggas in the last seat

They been last, they been jack, they been ass
Been ain't eatin', lent been passed
Talmmat guns everyone knows they haven't blast
For Christ's sakes, done told one of em' to SlimFast
My mind's a dangerous place to be on
Body a gun, AKA First 48
Special thank you to Dion
We whiz kids and they peons with no life
They timed out, its been eons
They dead, right?

Hmm Dion BTB, Dion BTB, Dion BTB
Dion!



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Writer(s): Demarcus Townsend
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