Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Not My Dons’ by 3Robi. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 3Robi or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
(Writer’s Block)
Nah, I ain’t snapping with no chicks in the rave
I swear I’ll leave that for them niggas that’s lame
You know me, I’m putting all this dick in her face
Then the next thing you know Fred’s missing again
If I was in school I wouldn’t listen again
We see the opps then we’ll ching ’em again
Yo babes if you’re Barbie, then I’m Ken
Yeah I stay with the army but I’m Fred
Got a box wit’ my bling in there
Call it my swimming wear
Mind you, don’t slip in there
Fredo is dripping there
We bring big sticks there, then vanish into thin air
No trace man, the ting’s clear
I’m the main event I ain’t opening for
I had a Z of Raw but I was hoping for more
I never had no trouble opening whores
I’ve probably had more trouble opening doors
Yeah, it’s hard to believe that I drip a lot
‘Cause you can still see me in my chicken shop
With my young niggas tryna dot the pigs a lot
They say I get ’em big guns just to rip ’em off
When will this nigga stop? Pretty girl come and sing along
I got a show so I gotta bring my thing along
I ain’t filling out a form when I take a box
Yeah, I came from the bottom but she’s giving top
No, they are not my dons
All they do is run, I guess they’re not my lungs
Yeah, I got a pretty one that I will not buy lunch
But I will spend two bags on some Off-White Ones
That I’ll rock like once
They are not my dons
All they do is run, I guess they’re not my lungs
Yeah, I got a pretty one that I will not buy lunch
But I will spend two bags on some Off-White Ones
Chut, ferme ta gueule
J’me baladais dans London dans mon portefeuille
Il y a Brad Ton, et il y a personne
Qui nous michtonne, parole de bonhomme
For real, dans le club c’est nous
Jamie Foxx nous fait les yeux doux
J’suis poli, rebeu c’est really
Quand elle m’voit c’est ready, chatte s’ouvre comme un vre-li
C’soir j’ai pris le Lambo Urus
Deux Chivas à la table avec J Hus
Frérot j’ai toujours la dalle
J’ai des potes dans le corps ils ont des balles
Grosse ‘teille, grosse tess, grosses grosses fesses
Nique ta mère, on prend d’l’espèce
J’vais au Blunt Jack, une ‘teille de Jack
C’est la best weed, de tout Amsterdam
No, they are not my dons
All they do is run, I guess they’re not my lungs
Yeah, I got a pretty one that I will not buy lunch
But I will spend two bags on some Off-White Ones
That I’ll rock like once
They are not my dons
All they do is run, I guess they’re not my lungs
Yeah, I got a pretty one that I will not buy lunch
But I will spend two bags on some Off-White Ones
Komen boos a motherfucker, net Van Hanegem (pow)
Kleine team, maar grote gannoes laten hagelen (motherfuck)
Maken stappen, net Verstappen en m’n drerrie eng (pow, pow)
Amsterdam, veel robberies (tss)
Op de motherfucking street, er is veel crack (ah)
Fully Louis, en ik ben met Jack (motherfuck)
Jonge jongen naar de top, ze dachten ik was gek (Pow, pow)
Lay n3al din mok a zebbi mchi t7awa (tss)
Ben met Titty, en met drari en met Lacrim (ben met Lacrim)
Ben met Hakim (Hakim) en met anti (anti)
Ben met Kalibabra, rook biscotti (rook gelato)
Ik kan ook binnenkomen met shotty (pow, pow, pow)
Casablanca met een rare stack (rare stack)
Air Max, Smith & Wesson op z’n plek (spow, pow)
Ik ben een beest, alleen maar werk, ik wil money zien (money zien)
F*ck chipatos (chipatos)
No, they are not my dons
All they do is run, I guess they’re not my lungs
Yeah, I got a pretty one that I will not buy lunch
But I will spend two bags on some Off-White Ones
That I’ll rock like once
They are not my dons
All they do is run, I guess they’re not my lungs
Yeah, I got a pretty one that I will not buy lunch
But I will spend two bags on some Off-White Ones