Jaffe - Don Hoffa (feat. MTS Mitch) Lyrics

Where are we gonna go but up
F*ck me like a don't and you can't treat me like a
She can't treat me like a
F*ck me like a don't and you can't treat me like a
Uh-huh, hold all that
Talk that shit off
She gon' f*ck me like a don't and she can't treat me like I'm anybody
I done got my weight up in my paper, I can't play about it
I became a master off them peas and yeah, I'm bout it, bout it
I'ma make sure that you feel me for days, you forgot about me
She gon' f*ck me like a don't, can't treat me like I'm anybody
I done got my weight up in my paper, I can't play about it
I became a master off them peas and yeah, I'm bout it, bout it
I'ma make sure that you feel me for days, you forgot about me
Oh my mama, I can't let up heavy, foot up on the gas
I made a promise since they took you, I'm gon' turn up and say
So before I leave the earth, I'm gon' go out the greatest
You can treat me like a don but you not do me no favors
I'd rather go out like I'm Thanos, can't hold a fire to no candle
I sat patient for my turn, then I turned me to tables
Say you gotta know the difference between fact and a fable
These hoes love me like I'm Don Juan, a rubber band bracelet kept me humble
I ain't forgot mom, I told her if you treat me like your ex then I'll be long gone
I'm standing on my business, you can catch me acting broke so I can see you really with me
I sense hate in your voice because I know you want me finished
She gon' f*ck me like a don't and she can't treat me like I'm anybody
I done got my weight up in my paper, I can't play about it
I became a master off them peas and yeah, I'm bout it, bout it
I'ma make sure that you feel me for days, you forgot about me
She gon' f*ck me like a don't, can't treat me like I'm anybody
I done got my weight up in my paper, I can't play about it
I became a master off them peas and yeah, I'm bout it, bout it
I'ma make sure that you feel me for days, you forgot about me
F*ck me like a don, baby, no, I ain't just anybody
Like my bitches bad and getting nasty but won't tell about it
Let's go hit the mall, baby, we can hit that telly after
I ain't gotta tell you, rather show you how I feel about you
Only time I race the guys, when we see who get it faster
Always losing track of time, less we talking picking bags up
They don't never see you shine, till they see your money past them
Tell me what you doing now, I don't wanna hear your past tense
How you wanna chase the bag but bitch is what you really after
You ain't got the money, counter scale than what you really added
I ain't gotta go and do a show but still I'm seeing back ends
I don't wanna see a crowd, tell the plug let's bring the packs in
She gon' f*ck me like a don and she can't treat me like I'm anybody
I done got my weight up in my paper, I can't play about it
I became a master off them peas and yeah I'm' bout it, bout it
I'ma make sure that you feel me for days you forgot about me
She gon' f*ck me like a don can't treat me like i'm anybody
I done got my weight up in my paper, I can't play about it
I became a master off them peas and yeah I'm' bout it, bout it
I'ma make sure that you feel me for days you forgot about me
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