D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune) - Album Version (Edited)
La-da-da-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (good riddens)
Hold up
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin
Begin, begin
This is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ringtone
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
This should make jackers wanna go and commit felonies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facin' a recession
But the music y'all makin' gon' make it the great depression
Or your lack of aggression
Pull your skirt back down, grow a set men
Yeah, this is just violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
La-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (hold up)
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin
Begin, begin, hold up
This ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for Flex and Mr. Cee
I want people to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying
No lyin', your boys' jeans too tight
Your colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black four years straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for Z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 100
This is for Hot 9-7
The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the bestin'
Yeah, this just violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
La-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (hold up)
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin
Begin, begin, hold up
This might need a verse from Jeezy, ay!
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it
Get 3 Thou' to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
You rappers singin' too much
Get back to rap, you T-Pain'n too much
I'm a multi-millionaire
So how is it I'm still the hardest n-here?
I don't be in the project hallway
Talkin' 'bout how I be in the project all day
That sounds stupid to me
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me
Yeah, just get violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
La-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (good riddens)
Hold up
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin
Begin, begin
This is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ringtone
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
This should make jackers wanna go and commit felonies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facin' a recession
But the music y'all makin' gon' make it the great depression
Or your lack of aggression
Pull your skirt back down, grow a set men
Yeah, this is just violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
La-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (hold up)
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin
Begin, begin, hold up
This ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for Flex and Mr. Cee
I want people to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying
No lyin', your boys' jeans too tight
Your colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black four years straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for Z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 100
This is for Hot 9-7
The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the bestin'
Yeah, this just violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
La-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye (hold up)
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin
Begin, begin, hold up
This might need a verse from Jeezy, ay!
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it
Get 3 Thou' to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
You rappers singin' too much
Get back to rap, you T-Pain'n too much
I'm a multi-millionaire
So how is it I'm still the hardest n-here?
I don't be in the project hallway
Talkin' 'bout how I be in the project all day
That sounds stupid to me
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me
Yeah, just get violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
La-da-da-da
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye
Credits
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Ernest Dion Wilson, Janko Nilovic, Louis Auguste Jean Delacour, Paul Leka, Dale Frashuer, Gary De Carlo
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- Run This Town
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- Izzo (H.O.V.A.)
- D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune) - Album Version (Edited)
- 99 Problems
- Empire State Of Mind
- Dirt Off Your Shoulder
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