LACRIM X FREDO X 3ROBI Not my dons English lyrics

Intro :
Writer’s Block

1st verse (Fredo) :
Nah, I ain’t snapping with no chicks in the rave
I swear I’ll leave that for them niggas that’s lame
You know me, I’m putting all this dick in her face
Then the next thing you know Fred’s missing again
If I was in school I wouldn’t listen again
We see the opps then we’ll ching ’em again
Yo babes if you’re Barbie, then I’m Ken
Yeah I stay with the army but I’m Fred
Got a box on my bling in here
Call in my swimming wear
Mind you, don’t slip in here
Fredo is dripping here
We bring big sticks there, then vanish into thin air
No trace man, the ting’s clear
I’m the main event I ain’t opening for
The hottest in the room but I was hoping for more
I never had no trouble opening whores
I’ve probably had more trouble opening doors
Yeah, it’s hard to believe that I drip a lot
‘Cause you can still see me in my chicken shop
With my young niggas tryna dot the pigs a lot
They say I get ’em big guns just to rip ’em off
When will this nigga stop? Pretty girl come and sing along
I got a show so I gotta bring my thing along
I ain’t fillin’ out a form when I take a box
Yeah, I came from the bottom but she’s giving top

Chorus (Fredo) :
No, they are not my dons
All they do is run, I guess they’re not my lungs
Yeah, I got a pretty one that I will not buy lunch
But I will spend two bags on some Off-White ones
That I’ll rock like once
They are not my dons
All they do is run, I guess they’re not my lungs
Yeah, I got a pretty one that I will not buy lunch
But I will spend two bags on some Off-White ones

2nd verse (Lacrim) :
Hush, shut the fuck up
I was taking a stroll through London, There’s Brad Ton in my wallet
And there’s no one who can gold-dig us
You got my word
For real, we’re in the club
Jamie Foxx tries to holla at us
I’m polite, homie really
She gets ready whenever she sees me, her pussy opens up like a book
I took the Lamborghini Urus tonight
Two Chivas around the table with J Hus
Bro I’m still starvin’
I got homies that got bullets in their bodies
Big bottles, big ghettos, fat fat asses
Go fuck your mother, we’re getting cash
I go to the Blunt Jack, order a bottle of Jack
It’s the best weed in all Amsterdam

Verse 3 (3robi) :
Coming mad motherfucker just like Hanegem
Tiny team, big guns, letting it rain
Making steps like Verstappen and my bro is scary
Amsterdam many robberies
On the motherfucking street, so much crack
Fully Louis and i’m with Jack
Little boy to the top, they thought i was crazy
Wahed dinyemok eh zehbi mshit3h7k
I’m with Titi and my bro and with Lacrim
I’m with Hakim and with anti
I’m with Calibabra and i’m smoking (?)
I can come in with shotty
Casablanca with a weird stack
Airmax, Smith & Wesson on it’s place
i’m with (?), only work i want to see money fuck chipat (chipatos)