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DDG – Billie Jean Freestyle Lyrics

DDG – Billie Jean Freestyle Lyrics, Letra Billie Jean Freestyle Letra, Lyrics:

People always told me: Be careful of what you do
Don’t go around breakin’ young girls’ hearts (hee-hee)
And mother always told me: Be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do (oh-oh)
‘Cause the lie becomes the truth (oh-oh), hey-ey

Everybody love ddg, I’m the underdog
Ain’t no bad bitches left, ‘cause I fuck ‘em all
Make a hundred k on Snapchat, then I fuck it off
Numbers low, but I promise I ain’t stuck it all
Couple more drops, don’t trip, I’m a get it up
Sport mode in the lamb, had to fill it up
She don’t fuck on first night, but I’m finna fuck
I know she gonna throw that ass back, if shе get lit enough
Top three, I’m not two, I’m the numbеr one
Really dub more cocky, I’m the humble one
Time gone way too fast, how the summer done?
Already got hits, that’s another one
Freak ass hoes in the party gonna twerk some
She said niggas ain’t shit, I’m the worst one
I don’t do text, I want to see this ass in person
So bad, you ain’t even got to work nun

People always told me: Be careful of what you do
Don’t go around breakin’ young girls’ hearts (hee-hee)
And mother always told me: Be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do (oh-oh)
‘Cause the lie becomes the truth (oh-oh), hey-ey

Maybach got dust on it, barley, drive it
I can turn your main hoe into a side bitch
All black dreads went blonde, when I dyed it
Post a picture on the gram – bitches like it
Bille jean lying on mike, I ain’t like that
If the child support hit, that’s a nice check
Shooter in the club, he might aim where your lice at
This a stick up, nigga, where your ice at?
Wop only seven, got more motion, then a grown nigga
His auntie put Disney on the phone with him
He might charge a nigga twenty k to do a song with him
Everybody in my family well known nigga
I inspired all you lil niggas, how you hate me?
Y’all been on nigga dick heavy lately
Hop up in the booth and pick a beat and I go crazy
My shorty top tier, bitch, I feel like jay-z

Billie jean is not my lover, uh
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one (oh, baby)
But the kid is not my son (hoo)
She says I am the one

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DDG – Rizz Lyrics

DDG – Rizz Lyrics
Intro
(Damn, Kai, you goin’ crazy)
Huh, huh
Huh, on my shit, on my shit, huh, huh
Okay, okay, okay, huh, huh

Chorus
Nigga say he want smoke, but really I ain’t worried ‘bout nothin’ (Nothin’)
We can make it back home safe, nigga, just don’t push my buttons (Don’t)
I don’t wanna hit none of these hoes raw ‘cause I don’t wanna worry bout nothin’ (Mm-mm)
She want a brand-new Birkin bag, it depend on how she suck it (Yeah)
I’ma bust down my ho, I’ma bust down your bitch (Yeah)
She don’t need to drink no more, bad bitches wanna stay lit (Lit)
I got the rizz, she’ll do whatever just to get this dick (No cap)
She swallowin’ kids with her tongue out and she better not spit (Let’s go)
Verse 1
Bad bitches on my dick, huh
When I walk up in the party, it’s at least a couple hoes I done hit, huh
I don’t really want nothin’ from her, I just wanna cross her off the list, huh
I can shoot my shot at any woman, on my mama, I’ll never miss
I’m that nigga, I admit
Huh, yeah, I just really wanna win, I don’t really need friends
Locked in so much, niggas say I’m fake, they don’t understand
Jet Wi-Fi fucked, I’ma text you back when a nigga land
Niggas only hit my line when it’s for the hoes or a helping hand
If she with me, then she fine, only out in public when I’m with a ten
She a eight or a nine, then I’m masked up, baby, no offense
Paparazzi outside, I don’t wanna be on Shade Room again (Huh, huh, huh, huh)

Chorus
Nigga say he want smoke, but really I ain’t worried ‘bout nothin’ (Nothin’)
We can make it back home safe, nigga, just don’t push my buttons (Don’t)
I don’t wanna hit none of these hoes raw ‘cause I don’t wanna worry bout nothin’ (Mm-mm)
She want a brand-new Birkin bag, it depend on how she suck it (Yeah)
I’ma bust down my ho, I’ma bust down your bitch (Yeah)
She don’t need to drink no more, bad bitches wanna stay lit (Lit)
I got the rizz, she’ll do whatever just to get this dick (No cap)
She swallowin’ kids with her tongue out and she better not spit (Let’s go)

Verse 2
I been gettin’ to the money
Overseas doin’ shows, they don’t speak no English, but these people love me
Feelin’ like I’m on top, can’t an NPC tell me nothin’
How the fuck you judgin’ me? Nigga, you ain’t even got no fuckin’ money
How the fuck I’m supposed to—
How the fuck I’m supposed to listen?
I was broke, I had to fix it, huh
I ain’t have a pot to piss in, huh
Fake friends, needed distance
Told them niggas I was finna get rich as fuck, they ain’t see the vision
“DDG, do you remember me?” I don’t know, I think I got dementia
I got money, I got bitches, huh, every day, it feel like Christmas, huh
Stickin’ two fingers in that bitch, when she turn around, I’ma sniff it, huh
Fronto on my weed, it’s so strong, thought I hit a whippet, huh
When it come to DDG, niggas know I’m always standing on the business, huh
Chorus
Nigga say he want smoke, but really I ain’t worried ‘bout nothin’ (Nothin’)
We can make it back home safe, nigga, just don’t push my buttons (Don’t)
I don’t wanna hit none of these hoes raw ‘cause I don’t wanna worry bout nothin’ (Mm-mm)
She want a brand-new Birkin bag, it depend on how she suck it (Yeah)
I’ma bust down my ho, I’ma bust down your bitch (Yeah)
She don’t need to drink no more, bad bitches wanna stay lit (Lit)
I got the rizz, she’ll do whatever just to get this dick (No cap)
She swallowin’ kids with her tongue out and she better not spit (Let’s go)
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DDG – Trynna Link Lyrics

DDG – Trynna Link (Official Audio) Lyrics
If I pull up, she know that we doin’ somethin’

She keep touchin’ on me, so I know she want it

That lil’ purse that I bought her ain’t cost me nothin’

She been fuckin’ me good, so I took her shoppin’

She got panties on, but she be sleepin’ topless

Keep it interestin’, baby, I got some options

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight hoes tryna link

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight hoes tryna link, okay

Come on, baby, let’s go get a drink

Pick your brain, wanna know how you think

Brand-new lashes, I like when you blink

Shorty tatted, she covered in ink

I be fallin’ in love with the freaks

Make it wetter, I like when you leak

It get messy whenever I eat

When I fuck, I be rubbin’ her feet (Okay)

When I fuck, I be grippin’ her nipple

Whenever she ride it, I sit up and nibble (Okay)

In her stomach, she know I ain’t little

I rub on that coochie, the clit in the middle

I be solvin’ orgasms like riddles

I’m killin’ that pussy, she need a hospital (Okay)

In Miami, I’m stayin’ in Brickell

The SLS building same color as Skittles (Yeah)

Come and see me, you know where I’m at (Come on)

Let me know when you get in the lobby (Let’s get it)

I be fuckin’ on so many women

This shit really nothin’, it feel like a hobby (Let’s go)

I be fuckin’ on so many women

Most of ‘em got niggas, ain’t catchin’ no feelings (Shh)

Said her nigga be cheatin’ and creepin’

And he broke her heart and she need me to heal it (Okay)

If I pull up, she know that we doin’ somethin’

She keep touchin’ on me, so I know she want it

That lil’ purse that I bought her ain’t cost me nothin’

She been fuckin’ me good, so I took her shoppin’

She got panties on, but she be sleepin’ topless

Keep it interestin’, baby, I got some options

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight hoes tryna link

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight hoes tryna link, okay

You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout nothin’ when you hangin’ out with me ‘cause you know I got the pole on me

Vanish mode DM when I slide in her IG, last girl had told on me

Nigga’s too young, I’m just chillin’, I’m just tryna have fun, told my shorty don’t fold on me

I don’t leave the crib ‘less I got the RM or I got the AP rose gold on me

When I pull up, so she knowin’ what time it is

Beat it up, I’m surprised I ain’t got a kid

I put the stick in the box like I’m Roddy Ricch

I like intimate sex, so we gotta kiss

I got ‘em all, they be callin’ me Mr. Bitches (Uh-huh)

Van Cleef, LV, mix it with the Christian

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight hoes tryna link

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight hoes tryna link, okay

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