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Makaveli Lyrics by DC The Don, from the album “My Own Worst 3nemy“, Produced by Supah Mario, and Makaveli Song are written by DC The Don.

Makaveli Lyrics – DC The Don

Let’s go Mario
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas piped up in this bitch right now (What?)
Gang, gang, gang

And it’s too many opps in this party
Lil’ bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk he get hit up (What? What?)
Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up
Smoking on exotic make him—huh, make him hiccup

Snakes in the grass I’m a lion, better keep up
Why I’m going fast, that bitch getting lapped up
Say you got some dough [?]
Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked

Big frames on me (What?)
Big Range Rover (What?)
My shit, own it (Skrrt)
He’s a poser (Yeah, yeah)

Please hit me up when it’s over (What?)
Fake ass cloner
That ain’t your shit, you a motherfucking [?]
She know I’m a dog, I’m a motherfucking Dober
Woke up to the smoke ’cause I hate being sober

Blue devil shit, I’m up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets
Your bitch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it
No bitch, I ain’t John, I got hoes in the tropics
Not a civilian, I roll like I’m Gotti

You slide through my crib, but this shit looking garbage
Young niggas too rich from the streets, we ain’t mobbin’
Come to Milwaukee, them niggas still robbing (Yeah, gang, gang)

Big-ass chop put a whole through his dome (What?)
I’m on ching ching chong with this lil’-ass blunt
Finesse the pack put the whole team on
Finessed the dough where the bitch can’t go

I ain’t tryna talk to a minute-maid ho
Got Balenciaga shoes and designer my clothes
Give her twenty backshots, I’ll finesse your ho
I’m a hip-hopper rapper, my [?]

Energy turbo, my tool ’bout to spit fire
And your shit, know you big liar
Said you got [?] but this don’t get my hype
And I’m Michael, call me Myers

Got 32’s on that bitch, that’s a big tire
Skrrt through your block, leave it once [?]
Internet gangster, I never could [?]
Came in this bitch with a MAC-10

I ain’t tryna talk, what the fuck is a backend (What?)
Red pockets, niggas finna cash in
Make him hee hee in this bitch, Michael Jackson (Yeah)
Glock with a beam, get packed in

Cut [?] Milwaulkee assassin
My ex be callin’, callin’, see me ballin’, ballin’
Hit the club and get to laughin’
Hit my dougie, get to rapping

This the fuckin’ second season
They know DC finna spaz
Neck, wrist, ears froze, niggas still freezing
They keep asking do I drop, I ain’t finna drop, bitch, I’m finna blow

You can run up if you want, we ain’t finna run, bitch, it’s gonna float
Stepping on the gas, foenem off the ash-

Blue devil shit, I’m up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets
Your bitch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it
No bitch, I ain’t John, I got hoes in the tropics
Not a civilian, I roll like I’m Gotti

You slide through my crib, but this shit looking garbage
Young niggas too rich from the streets, we ain’t mobbin’
Come to Milwaukee, them niggas still robbing

Big frames on me (What?)
Big Range Rover (What?)
My shit, own it (Skrrt)
He’s a poser

Please hit me up when it’s over
Fake ass cloner
That ain’t your shit, you a motherfucking [?]
She know I’m a dog, I’m a motherfucking Dober

And it’s too many opps in this party
Lil’ bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk he get hit up (What? What?)
Walking with a stick like a blind man [?]
Smoking on exotic make him—huh, make him hiccup

Snakes in the grass I’m a lion, better keep up
Why I’m going fast, that bitch getting lapped up
Say you got some dough [?]
Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked


SONG INFO:

Song: Makaveli
Artist: DC The Don
Album: My Own Worst 3nemy (2022)
Produced by: Supah Mario
Written by: DC The Don


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