DJ JD (Jeff Platt) - Donald Trumpet lyrics

Chyup, I'm in a great mood Cardinals just won the f**ing pennant What up World Series? What up Nigel Morgan? f**in' Pheasant Shout-outs to Mac Miller and Sap Great Collaboration dirty, I love your songs Note this Song, is a Real Song Cherfin' Music Entertainment Cherf! I still f** with papers, but I'm on my big blunt sh** Halloween coming, carve my mask out of pumpkin N-Zone is nothing, never ever punt b**h Donald Trump of this music, Call me Donald Trumpet Highjack the beat from J.D upon the drumkit And I'm flippin' pies, smokin' Blueberry Muffins Willy Wonka outfit, you are just a runt b**h On your Daffy Duck sh**, little ugly duckling Walk in the walk-in closet, like a Sears Milwaukee, drop a tear, better luck next year Watch the Cardinals take the series and my whole city cheers Like Sam Adams and Mac Miller, but we don't drink that beer, drink that beer Where I'm from STL, all Budweiser Put your drinks down, put your motherf**in' blunt higher Use my hands , they don't make you 20 Grand, Nubgrinder Private Jet, Cruiser, Greyhound, Bus-Rider Put in your damn order, from the Mexican Border Jason Statham with the coke, dog on my Transporter Only time they shootin' at me, is with a Camcorder And the way I change States, call me a Transformer Young Schuyler Buff, pocket full of Hilary Duff And you guys are stuffed animals, but I am double stuffed Cos the way Los eats it's like he never had enough Boy I stay up on the green, and you're always in the rough You just s**, boy you s** like a motherf**ing vacuum Bullets are forever, you can take off a tattoo People sayin' Los, there were shots coming at you They say they shoot guns, when you see 'em they're a statue Countin' all my money, writin' raps up in the cla**room That was back, when we got rolled up in the bathroom Now we make a phone call, make a chump vamoose Bad b**h give me Head and Shoulders, like the shampoo While I'm free-styling, going hard up in the paint Yes my swag will make you faint And all our tracks are dank, Grilling steak, in Vegas states And I know you really ain't If I wanna lose weight, take a walk straight to the bank Chyup! Smoking on the Houston, higher than the astro Got a nice cash flow, cos the way my gra** grow And I move white, call me Fidel Castro Get pulled over, I just hide it in my Afro Los! Long hair, don't care, Frodo Baggins b**h I ain't cuttin' it till Halloween I'm on my Super Mario sh** I'm in a Great Mood Card's just won the f**ing pennant, 'bout to sweep the Rangers What up Mac Miller? What up Sap? Shout out to Rossum Records Most Dope Cherfin' Music