Teflon Don Lyrics

Feel like the Teflon Don

American mobster

Call me John Gotti

Im the chosen one

I keep that thing on me, don't think I ain't got it

I roll me a wood and then I get outta body

I knew I could do it without even trying

Ain't no bait on my line but these niggas keep biting

Put my faith in Allah cuz I know that he guiding

She told me she down for me, need it in writing

If you not gon die for me, kiss it goodbye then

Im tryna get my dicky sucked before the night end

I know she wanna fuck cuz she tell me we fighting

Uh

Im not doin shit for no bitch

Im the type of nigga turn up my kids

I feel like Santa bitch you next on my list

I walk with a limp and talk with a lisp

Said you gon ride you not standin on biz

Serpents in the grass, hearin em hiss

I need Johnny Dang to ice out my wrist

Im married to the game takin some risks

Fly like a bird and then take a shit

Smoke in the rain

Hiding my pain

Im breaking her back like Im Bane

They say that I changed

Im just swapping the flow, what Im sayin

Black truck, big house

That's all I'm dreaming bout

Gotta clean off the lens of my glasses

Bitch was in the way but I can see clearly now

No I don't wanna come to your function

This money the only thing I give a fuck about

Uh

Shawty she calling me lame

You can go

You can really get the fuck up out

She peeped the money now she wanna fuck me now

She took pack of honey I know she wan suck me now

Lil mama a freak told me she wanna slut me out

Im making her skeet, pushin her lil tummy down

This money her treat, do anything for me now

Feel like the Teflon Don

American mobster

Call me John Gotti

Im the chosen one

I keep that thing on me, don't think I ain't got it

I roll me a wood and then I get outta body

I knew I could do it without even trying

Ain't no bait on my line but these niggas keep biting

Put my faith in Allah cuz I know that he guiding

She told me she down for me, need it in writing

If you not gon die for me, kiss it goodbye then

Im tryna get my dicky sucked before the night end

I know she wanna fuck cuz she tell me we fighting

Ghetto girl she from the Bronx

No Ice Spice but I need me a munch

And Im makin tonics

She call me a wizard

I got a big staff, Im using ebonics

Grab my head while Im eating and hunch it

Stacking donuts on it, she work at Dunkin

Just like some cereal I keep honey bunches

Im not playing fair, not holding my punches

My rocket is here, Im taking off, already launching