Dondria

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You Be Killing Em

You what's up girl

Ain't gota ask it

I done em all now,

I buy the caskets

They should arrest you,

Or whoever dress you

Ain't guna stress you

But, I'm a let you know...

Girl, you be killin em

Yeah, I know that's what they all says

She got a donkey with a worn Keep it clean cut like bald heads

Been playin with that green longer Say you gota ball harder then the ball players

All she wana know, is there more than this?

Can't fault her, the lasting But he ain't beat it up,

I assault her

Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her

Slow strut like she walkin to the alter

Handbag on her arm holds her bills

And she ain't got a bag Often immitated,

Never duplicated

They say she a dime,

I say she underrated.

I just met her so the next solution

Did my old chick, execution.

I'm what's up boy,

Ain't gota ask it.

I did em all now,

You buy the caskets.

They should arrest me,

Or whoever dress me.

Ain't gota stress me

Cause I already know

Boy I be killin em

They call me fat fat but dondria's my name

I kill em softly with what my mama gave me.

It's safe to say I'm the baddest chick in the game

You can see I'm picture perfect when you look at my frame.

They ask is that was that you back there?

I keep it real no fake, she overkill.

No booty shots no booby pops

Hey, I'm not but they wana see my booty drop.

Drop, drop, drop, I work my body on the dance floor.

You can look, don't touch. boy you finer than a mother

Drop that chick boy let me upgrade ya.