D.O.A. (Death Of Autotune) lyrics
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... begin This is anti-autotune, death of the ringtone This ain't for Itunes, this ain't for sing-along This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain't politically correct This might offend my political connects My rap's don't have melodies This shit make jackers wanna go n commit felonies Ah, get your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn I know we facin a recession But the music yall makin gonna make it the great depression Ah, or your lack of aggression Pull your skirt back down, grow a set men Ah, ah... nigga this just violent This is death of autotune, ah moment of silence La da da da... hey hey hey goodbye Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... begin Holdup, this ain't a number 1 record This is practically assault with a deadly weapon I made this just for Flex n Mrs. C, I want niggas to feel threatened Stop your blood clot crying The kid the dog everybody dying No lyin, your niggas' jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too light I might wear black four years straight, I might bring back Versace shades, This ain't for Z100 Ye told me to kill yall to keep it 100 This is for Hot 9-7 The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the best n' Nigga this shit violent This is death of autotune, moment of silence... La da da da... hey hey hey goodbye Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... begin Holdup, this shit need a verse from Jeezy... ay! I might send this to the mixtape Weezy Get somebody from BMF to talk on this Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it Get me foul to style on this I just don't need nobody to smile on this You niggas singin too much, Get back to rap you T-Pain'n too much Ah, I'm a multi-millionaire So how is it I'm still the hardest n—a here? I don't be in the project hallway Talkin' bout how I be in the project all day That sounds stupid to me, If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me Yeah, just get violent This is death of autotune, moment of silence La da da da... hey hey hey goodbye Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... begin
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