DOTONBORI Lyrics
[Intro]
(I love FDB)
[Verse 1: Finnlay]
Walkin' 'round Osaka, Dōtonbori
Let me tell you a really long story
Seven wives, seven rings, Robert Horry
Check if you the father, finna turn into Maury
Told her, "Everybody wants to rule the world"
Out at dinner, all my fries were curled
Homie, why you lyin'? Trippin' over a girl
Hit me with dessert, get a fuckin' swirl
Out here with the warlocks, like I'm Merlin
Sippin' straight out the cup, no sterling
On the alcohol, sippin' that bourbon
And a side of dumplings too
Oh, you want somethin' too?
Get you fried rice with thе noods'
After, I'mma send me somе nudes
Tell her story, that was crude
Hit her, then she ghost, that's fuckin' rude
Sent me a text, I'm not in the mood
On a Saturday night, we were kickin' it with the dudes
Killer meth-head, if he stunt, I'm gon' shoot
Balenciaga on my boots
Bakery style, yeah, I'm makin' that bread
Type of guy to leave you on read
For no reason, believe what I said
Walk around with a blade, I do not care who I met
They call it fast fashion, I call it Gala
They call it dead fashion, I don't need a styler
And I got the syrup, call me Aunt Jemima
Live in Dark Fantasy, actin' like you higher
Compare me to you, you could try harder
No action, no thrill, you ain't Die Hard
Yeah
(I love FDB)
[Verse 1: Finnlay]
Walkin' 'round Osaka, Dōtonbori
Let me tell you a really long story
Seven wives, seven rings, Robert Horry
Check if you the father, finna turn into Maury
Told her, "Everybody wants to rule the world"
Out at dinner, all my fries were curled
Homie, why you lyin'? Trippin' over a girl
Hit me with dessert, get a fuckin' swirl
Out here with the warlocks, like I'm Merlin
Sippin' straight out the cup, no sterling
On the alcohol, sippin' that bourbon
And a side of dumplings too
Oh, you want somethin' too?
Get you fried rice with thе noods'
After, I'mma send me somе nudes
Tell her story, that was crude
Hit her, then she ghost, that's fuckin' rude
Sent me a text, I'm not in the mood
On a Saturday night, we were kickin' it with the dudes
Killer meth-head, if he stunt, I'm gon' shoot
Balenciaga on my boots
Bakery style, yeah, I'm makin' that bread
Type of guy to leave you on read
For no reason, believe what I said
Walk around with a blade, I do not care who I met
They call it fast fashion, I call it Gala
They call it dead fashion, I don't need a styler
And I got the syrup, call me Aunt Jemima
Live in Dark Fantasy, actin' like you higher
Compare me to you, you could try harder
No action, no thrill, you ain't Die Hard
Yeah
[Verse 2: blkswan]
Yeah, yeah, ah
I can see it like a bag
Got my hand on my [?]
Swag at the bottom of the wheel
If she [?], I won't even try
'Cause that shit weren't ever gon' sell
Fast forward and I'm ballin' like LaMelo
Young me would've said, "What the hell"
Get high every fuckin' day, what the hell
Get fly every day with my bill
If she fuck [?] askin' for a friend
From the [?] I kill
They get the fuck out of here
They get the fuck out my ear
[?], seen with some Bs
Like I did threw Cs
[?] bussin' out the jeans
Yeah, look, let me really talk to you, for the one time
Heard you just [?] a n for the summer time
Yeah, tryna hit your line for a fun time
Got gas, got weed, got everything
If you really want to get to it, got a wedding ring
You can be my main squeeze, but not my main bitch
Look, n talkin' to you on the same shit
I'm just tryna step to you, not some lame shit
Wait n hatin' me, on some hatin' shit
Give a fuck, walk around wit' a fuckin' plain Jane on my wrist
If you want some, I'mma bang shit
Yeah, I'm out in Florida, I'm on the beach wit' it
Got a bad bitch and she wanna freak wit' me
Yeah, at the freak meet, tryna get wit' it
And your bitch really fall off, tryna [?]
Yeah, haha, uh
Take your bitch back to the fuckin' old school
Fuck around wit' me, you can get a bullet fired
On a N, if you want to
Pussy boy, what you gon' do, uh
Think your bitch ass cool
Boy, you a bitch ass fool
Yeah, yeah, ah
I can see it like a bag
Got my hand on my [?]
Swag at the bottom of the wheel
If she [?], I won't even try
'Cause that shit weren't ever gon' sell
Fast forward and I'm ballin' like LaMelo
Young me would've said, "What the hell"
Get high every fuckin' day, what the hell
Get fly every day with my bill
If she fuck [?] askin' for a friend
From the [?] I kill
They get the fuck out of here
They get the fuck out my ear
[?], seen with some Bs
Like I did threw Cs
[?] bussin' out the jeans
Yeah, look, let me really talk to you, for the one time
Heard you just [?] a n for the summer time
Yeah, tryna hit your line for a fun time
Got gas, got weed, got everything
If you really want to get to it, got a wedding ring
You can be my main squeeze, but not my main bitch
Look, n talkin' to you on the same shit
I'm just tryna step to you, not some lame shit
Wait n hatin' me, on some hatin' shit
Give a fuck, walk around wit' a fuckin' plain Jane on my wrist
If you want some, I'mma bang shit
Yeah, I'm out in Florida, I'm on the beach wit' it
Got a bad bitch and she wanna freak wit' me
Yeah, at the freak meet, tryna get wit' it
And your bitch really fall off, tryna [?]
Yeah, haha, uh
Take your bitch back to the fuckin' old school
Fuck around wit' me, you can get a bullet fired
On a N, if you want to
Pussy boy, what you gon' do, uh
Think your bitch ass cool
Boy, you a bitch ass fool
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- 1.MUD PIES
- 2.EGO DEATH
- 4.FLIP
- 5.DMS
- 7.DOTONBORI
- 8.KIMBO SLICE
- 9.TIMPANI
- 10.NIGHTSHADE73
- 11.FUTURE
- 12.DIE 4 FAME
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