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Ndoke - Diablo Lyrics



Ndoke - Diablo Lyrics




Ey man we still drinking champagne out the bottle like we weren't taught no better
N-d to the O - K
Look

Just stepped into the spotlight
No 15 minutes, I'm in the highlights
Man that figure is low
You can't hustle a hustler
I ain't regular folk
Pull up in the studio, cut the cellular phone
If you a friend of my dogs, I could sell you a bone
I could sell you a pound, I could sell you a home
I can sell you anything, anywhere on the globe
Cooking up f*ck shit, man I'm never impressed
But the way my mama made me, compliments to the chef
Im a god with grease
And the nickname Adonis
Never waiting on Drake to ever father me
More like Socrates
Motherf*cker better step with respect
I expect an Apology
Don't f*ck with the Gemini side of me
Cause shit'll get realer than astrology
Trust

I'm el diablo baby
Bull horns on my chest like Chicago baby
Dollar signs, looking like you hit the lotto baby
Got that ice and cream, call me gelatto baby (Ha)
I'm el diablo baby
Bull horns on my chest like Chicago baby
Dollar signs, looking like you hit the lotto baby
Got that ice and cream, call me gelatto baby (What)

Now I'm off the Hen
Step wrong, you may never walk again
Crowbar to the jaw then I off your head
Jigsaw looking at me like its all pretend
A la carte, shit, everything is on the menu
When I'm at the O2, crew is half the venue
Serotonin and dopamine running through my blood stream
Hustle heart beat, The Marathon Continues
Imma get it all day, and all night long
If Ndoke's on the feature, it's Ndoke's song
I don't really give f*ck about nothing but bucks, butts, trucks, and chucks laced up with my tux
Raised tough blazed up with one foot in the cut
Grades up changed up my perspective that's what -
Cut it off in the middle like soprano baby
Got my own hand shake with el diablo baby HA

I'm el diablo baby
Bull horns on my chest like Chicago baby
Dollar signs, looking like you hit the lotto baby
Got that ice and cream, call me gelatto baby (Ha)
I'm el diablo baby
Bull horns on my chest like Chicago baby
Dollar signs, looking like you hit the lotto baby
Got that ice and cream, call me gelatto baby (What)

I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby

I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby

I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby

I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby
Call me gelatto baby (HA)
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Ey man we still drinking champagne out the bottle like we weren't taught no better
N-d to the O - K
Look

Just stepped into the spotlight
No 15 minutes, I'm in the highlights
Man that figure is low
You can't hustle a hustler
I ain't regular folk
Pull up in the studio, cut the cellular phone
If you a friend of my dogs, I could sell you a bone
I could sell you a pound, I could sell you a home
I can sell you anything, anywhere on the globe
Cooking up f*ck shit, man I'm never impressed
But the way my mama made me, compliments to the chef
Im a god with grease
And the nickname Adonis
Never waiting on Drake to ever father me
More like Socrates
Motherf*cker better step with respect
I expect an Apology
Don't f*ck with the Gemini side of me
Cause shit'll get realer than astrology
Trust

I'm el diablo baby
Bull horns on my chest like Chicago baby
Dollar signs, looking like you hit the lotto baby
Got that ice and cream, call me gelatto baby (Ha)
I'm el diablo baby
Bull horns on my chest like Chicago baby
Dollar signs, looking like you hit the lotto baby
Got that ice and cream, call me gelatto baby (What)

Now I'm off the Hen
Step wrong, you may never walk again
Crowbar to the jaw then I off your head
Jigsaw looking at me like its all pretend
A la carte, shit, everything is on the menu
When I'm at the O2, crew is half the venue
Serotonin and dopamine running through my blood stream
Hustle heart beat, The Marathon Continues
Imma get it all day, and all night long
If Ndoke's on the feature, it's Ndoke's song
I don't really give f*ck about nothing but bucks, butts, trucks, and chucks laced up with my tux
Raised tough blazed up with one foot in the cut
Grades up changed up my perspective that's what -
Cut it off in the middle like soprano baby
Got my own hand shake with el diablo baby HA

I'm el diablo baby
Bull horns on my chest like Chicago baby
Dollar signs, looking like you hit the lotto baby
Got that ice and cream, call me gelatto baby (Ha)
I'm el diablo baby
Bull horns on my chest like Chicago baby
Dollar signs, looking like you hit the lotto baby
Got that ice and cream, call me gelatto baby (What)

I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby

I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby

I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby

I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby
I'm el diablo baby
Call me gelatto baby (HA)
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Writer: Piers Ndoke
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Performed By: Ndoke
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: Piers Ndoke

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