Ddg Man On A Mission Lyrics

[Intro: DDG & Kyle Richh]
Ayy, yeah (Like, damn)
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
f*ck (BNYX®), 4z on top like it's 41 (Like, damn)

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Grrah, I'm a man on a mission
Never the man in the middle
When I speak, listen close like a riddle
They only with you if you beneficial
Walk him down if you think that he crazy
Bullets hot, send him straight to the 'spital (Like), damn
Put the beam on his—
Chest shot, he got hit in his nipple, ouch
[Verse 1: DDG & Kyle Richh]
Yeah, I like a thick bitch, I can't f*ck with a limp dick (Okay)
I like bitches that get to the money, she got her own business, she tryna get Kim rich (Come on)
It's a whole lotta niggas out here with their money, but she know that DD gon' spend it (Yeah)
I'm too busy to argue with you about nothin', I'd rather just f*ck and do friendship
Tricky, huh, Moo
I'll fly you out to Japan and get turnt
That little nigga that you was just f*ckin' with right before me, he ain't know what you worth
Get what you want, you can get you the Miu Miu, I'll grab you a Chanelly purse (Yeah)
I spent a bag when I barely had knew you, we ain't f*ckin', I just like to flirt (Like, damn)

[Chorus: Kyle Richh & DDG]
Grrah, I'm a man on a mission
Never the man in the middle (Okay)
When I speak, listen close like a riddle
They only with you if you beneficial (Okay)
Walk him down if you think that he crazy
Bullets hot, send him straight to the 'spital (Like), damn
Put the beam on his—
Chest shot, he got hit in his nipple, ouch

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Grrah, I got some shit that'll leave his ass crippled
Niggas hop in the booth, start lyin', all of they music go deep, superficial We start waves, they be ridin' the ripple, we the reason they roster little (Like)
Shoot my shot, I do not need a dribble, damn, pockets fat like Lizzo
[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]
Like a cable man, got a box on the Glock
Hit the runnin' man when I hop out the car (Come here)
Fastin' for murder, all praise to Allah (To God)
But I'm reminiscin' 'bout the bodies we caught (Brrt)
Federal, Glock touch niggas, we ain't hetero (Come on)
Titties on chops (Come on), dick on Glocks (Come on)
Make a opp transition, no sexual (No)
Lean on rocks (Come on), I'ma lean on the dot (Come on)
Ass too fat, but she lean on cock (She lean on cock)
Call your nigga while I f*ck you, she tellin' me that I take it too far
Lickin' your ass while I slut you, in your past life, I see I was f*ckin' you, you, you, you, uh
Suck it 'til my balls deflate, no, never leave them blue, on Crip
Open out, rip 'til his t-shirt rip (Brrt, brrt)
Stand over, let it rip 'til his mama say, "RIP" (Brrt)
Bad bitch, pretty lips, p*ssy lips better (On God)
Eat it 'til you squirt, I'ma lick, umbrella (Come on)
Last nigga was a simpity-simp, but under the waist, he was limpity-limp
I'm trickin', but I still pimpity-pimp, under the waist, I'm big as a blimp, got you

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Grrah, I'm a man on a mission
Never the man in the middle
When I speak, listen close like a riddle
They only with you if you beneficial
Walk him down if you think that he crazy
Bullets hot, send him straight to the 'spital (Like), damn
Put the beam on his—
Chest shot, he got hit in his nipple, ouch
[Outro: Kyle Richh & DDG]
p*ssy (Go)
Word to bro, bitch
Like, damn

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