CMC - Medford Shit (Donny) Lyrics

Not a hypnotist
I'll still seduce your bitch
City put me on because they know thats just some Medford shit
Oregon
Born and raised
Another sunny summer day
Sell a sack and get some gas
And get your ass to apple gate
A hypocrite
I ain't f*ck that bitch
She just sucked my dick and played my song I'm on some Medford shit
Oregon
Catch a fade
Another sunny summer day
Sell a sack and get some gas
And get your ass to apple gate
Cinnamon inside my cereal
I'm seriously sinister and sending shots at center folds
Corrupted
Pardon me my demon interrupted
I'm tryna keep it PG
He's tryna get me busted
Sommer Ray
Share some booty with the rest of these bitches
So I can beat the cheeks without needing a re-position
Deeper vision
CMC can see the secrets in em
I'm the seeker you da snitch don't let me catch you slippin
Chase a chicken
I been Oregon gettin and gettin lost over at logs
While spiking balls and tryna play some cribbage
We never did it
We couldn't find the deck of cards
And Brody's friends were blowing it those faggot f*ckers always are
Catch a frog
Give him beer and a bong rip
With ice probly
It's mother f*cking Donny
He's off the walls
No fear with a long dick
He hits it doggy
It's mother f*cking Donny
(Hop hey skip go jump to me
Donny don't cap Donny don't do speed
Hop hoe skip go jump da do
Me and Donny don't f*ck with you)
Not a hypnotist
I'll still seduce your bitch
City put me on because they know thats just some Medford shit
Oregon
Born and raised
Another sunny summer day
Sell a sack and get some gas
And get your ass to apple gate
A hypocrite
I ain't f*ck that bitch
She just sucked my dick and played my song I'm on some Medford shit
Oregon
Catch a fade
Another sunny summer day
Sell a sack and get some gas
And get your ass to apple gate
Da-Da-Damnit Donny I don't get it
How you out here pullin bitches with a single ribbot
What's the ticket
What's the key
I thought I was CMC
That means I can rip a verse so clean
Your mom won't need fabreez
Geez
But I'm not a beast on the beats
Like these Mickey D's with a tea and a peace sign
Please run the street with a cheat sheet
Dad a police chief but I keep keif
And I cook crack
Bet I'll buck back
Yet I'm in the middle choke hold
Bet I'll die five times then grow old
First me and Donny gonna go gold
Gotta get this bread though no mold
Take a hit for the hippies inside my city
Who kept me singing my songs and smoking on some sticky
Three Mississippi
We gettin dizzy from drillin hits of the rizzy
I'm bringing my funky flow so I know you feel me I'm way too witty
Itty bitty idiot
You ain't getting any yet
How bout I have a homie hold his hammer and empty it
Hippy on some homie shit
You don't really know me yet
I won't hesitate to put a hit out on a hypocrite