D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune) Lyrics

[ti:03 D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune)]

La da da da da

Hey hey hey

Goodbye

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen

No ID on the track let the story begin begin begin

This is anti-auto-tune death of the ringtone

This ain’t for iTunes this ain’t for sing-alongs

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 raps don’t have melodies

This should make niggas wan' go and commit felonies

Get your chain tooken

I may do it myself I’m so Brooklyn

I know we facing a recession

But the music y’all making gon' make it the Great Depression

All y’all lack aggression

Put your skirt back down grow a set men

Nigga this shit violent

This is death of auto-tune moment of silence

La da da da da

Hey hey hey

Goodbye

Hold up

Only rapper to re-write history without a pen

No ID on the track let the story begin begin begin

This ain’t a number one record

This is practically assault with a deadly weapon

I made this just for Flex and

Mister Cee I want niggas to feel threatened

Stop your bloodclot crying

The kid the dog everybody dying no lying

You niggas' jeans too tight

You colors too bright your voice too light (too far nigga)

I might wear black for a year straight

I might bring back Versace shades

This ain’t for Z100

Ye told me to kill y’all to keep it a hundred

This is for Hot 9-7

This shit for Clue for Khaled we the best’n

Aww nigga this shit violent

This is death of auto-tune moment of silence

La da da da da

Hey hey hey

Goodbye

Hold up

Only rapper to re-write history without a pen

No ID on the track let the story begin begin begin

Hold up this shit need a verse from Jeezy

I might send this to the mixtape Weezy

Get somebody from BMF to talk on this

Get this to a Blood let a Crip walk on it

3 Thou' to style on this

I just don’t need nobody to smile on this

You niggas singing too much

Get back to rap you T-Paining too much

I’m a multi-millionaire

So how is it I’m still the hardest nigga here

I don’t be in the project hallway

Talking 'bout how I be in the project all day

That sound stupid to me

If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me

Nigga just get violent

This is death of auto-tune moment of silence

La da da da da

Hey hey hey

Goodbye