- DC The Don Rock Out 歌詞
- DC The Don
- They took that nigga X
I’m starting to think a nigga next
All this pandemonium this shit weigh hard up on my chest
When i’m walking out the house i always gotta wear a vest
Because it’s lurkers in the streets and they gone try to snatch my neck
Know it’s niggas that’ll kill me for some power and respect
But i know his soul is empty i don’t blame him for the stress
But you supposed to be here with me
I don’t think you gave your best
Just don’t forget them casualties don’t equal to a ****ing check
That’s why i grind hard go and get it if i want it
Said **** the league ima make it with no diploma
Mama proud of me she finally doing what she wanted
She said finally cause DC is doing what he promised
Bitch i got problems
See i’m coming in stupid if he want it
Lil nigga want beef go head and cook that bitch up with the cheese on it
Yeah i got baggage just like you but mine got double c’s on it
(channel!)
Bitch i’m so tired of blessing you
You gone have to go sneeze on it
I got extra beans on it
Heem got hella steez on it
Powell no Celine on it
Strip the scene on it
I been on the low
Don’t nobody know
I been ducked off on my own tryna make these pockets fold
But the industry been aiming at my head top
They tryna take me off my shit tryna take my deadstock
Bitch ima make yo ****ing bed rock
Aye you ****ing with a rockstar nigga
Girl you ****ing with a real trap nigga
Tell yo nigga watch his ass lil nigga
Where the **** yo hall pass lil nigga?
Get up off my territory
Tarantino terror story
Because i’ve been blind
So many taking before they give to me
Said you love me twice but don’t act like that it don’t make no sense to me
Gotta double back
Gotta bring it back
Gotta bring more sense to me
Who can live like that
Got a knife in my back you ain’t never been ken to me
Bae what’s on your mind?
I know you scheamin on the low
Gotta get the backend for my show
Collecting my check then
Back on road
Gotta put Vlone on my clothes
Revenge on my toes
Dripping in Versace
Got hickies on my body oh yeah
He said he don’t want smoke he won’t static
Bitch i keep that Pikachu up in the attic
Bitch we love them choppas they say ima addict
(we love all them choppas!)
I ain’t even wanna have to do him like that
This shit a habit
Aye pop out
I might have to pop out
Cop out or get socked out
Rock out with our Glocks out
Real thorough nigga i ain’t slipping bring the mops out
And i’m swerving switching lanes keep the 30 i ain't bowing out
So far gone
It’s been way too long
It’s been way too long
And i can’t feel my toes snow
No i can’t feel my toes in the cold
I’m all alone making plays in the snow
Don’t say that you miss me it’s gets old
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