Dylon - Danny Brown

Playin' ping-pong with my boss in her drawers

Glowin' like her name

Came down her hatch like I’m Santa Claus (Claus)

Playin' El DeBarge at the Taj Mahal (Step)

She was, made her take a pause (Yeah)

Paint a doll on her like I’m Bob Ross (Uh-huh)

Eatin' lemon peppers like I’m Rick Ross (Baow)

If the check’s separate then we can’t talk (Nah)

'Caus in the separation, it divide us (Yah)

Money multiplyin' so don’t even try us (Yeah)

Sniff that same shit that killed Len Bias (Yeah)

Burnt my nose when I tried it so didn’t buy it (Yep)

Dylon, dylon (Step)

Ain’t nobody hotter than the shit I’m on (Nah)

We can get it on 'til the break of dawn (Yeah)

They ain’t gettin' money, what is y’all niggas on?

(Ha)

Dylon, dylon

Ain’t nobody hotter than the shit I’m on (Step)

We can get it on 'til the break of dawn (Yeah)

We been gettin' money, what is y’all niggas on?

(Go)

Olé, olé (Step)

Dress a bitch up, Cirque du Soleil (Hahaha)

Eatin' parfait in (Yeah)

My DM be obey

Black lives matter, still sniff cocaine

Smokin' propane, blowin' like Coltraine

You ain’t seen pain 'til

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