म्यूज़िक वीडियो
म्यूज़िक वीडियो
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DC The Don
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daijon Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Astroboy
Producer
Theo Zim
Producer
गाने
[Verse 1]
Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way
Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday
This Amiri ØUTLAW, what my shirt say (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm ballin like I play for Berkeley
Not in second or third, only first place
Don't be trippin' bitch, I had the worst day
Baby, only call me if it's urgent, yeah
[Verse 2]
And she always hurt in the worst way
Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday
This Amiri ØUTLAW, what my shirt say
Bitch, I'm ballin', like I play for Berkeley
I'm one hundred percent, fuck a survey (Don)
I might pop out and see you on Thursday (Don)
Why you wait a whole week in the first place? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Ooh-oh
[Verse 3]
Come and get yo' lil' bitch, 'cause she irk me (Yeah, yeah)
She look good, but this bitch way too thirsty
I can't hydrate no lil bitty birdie
Ooh-oh
[Verse 4]
I can't even go lie, I'm so allergic
Bro, you know that I sleep with a thirty (Yeah)
If them **** pop out, just alert (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 5]
Pop out on 'em bitch, goin' like James Worthy
Forty two on my back, 'cause my side bitch dirty
She been going through a lot, 'cause the bitch can't hurt me
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
I feel so damn alive, this bitch don't deserve me
If its not 'bout a check, then this shit don't concern
I ain't saying it twice, you heard?
Too many fake **** 'round me
Not in LA right now, I'm in Downey
Got a white bitch stirring up, ground beef
Girl, I'm still the richest **** up in yo county (Huh)
[Verse 7]
Ay, four one four shit, we so up now (What?)
Jungle Boy's shit, I don't know who to trust now (Yeah)
He the loudest on the 'gram, when I see him he a mush mouth
Ay, plain Jane shit, you can get yo' ass bus' down (Yeah)
Ay Trinidad, wat' me hit my Dougie (Ooh-oh)
[Verse 8]
Ay, skip the class, I do not wanna study (Yeah)
Ain't no new friends, we can't be buddy buddy (Yeah)
I cant be 'bout no bitch, I don't do lovey-dovey (No)
I'm a whole blue strip, she can not try to dub me (Yeah)
I'm a star player, she can not try to go sub me (Yeah)
And it's not fair, **** do not try to touch me
I'm swift the stick and you **** is dusty (Yeah)
Ooh, what's your name? (Yeah)
[Verse 9]
Fuck it, I'm naming you Donny, go ahead do yo' thang, yeah
Cool as a ho, but I'm really surrounded by flames (Cool as a ho)
And really it's a cold, cold world, but somehow I'm still winnin' the game, ooh
(Whoa)
[Verse 10]
And she always hurt in the worst way (Whoa)
Why u trippin'? It's almost my birthday (Yeah)
This Amiri ØUTLAW, what my shirt say (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm ballin', like I play for Berkeley (Yeah)
I'm one hundred percent, fuck a survey (Woah)
I might pop out and see you on Thursday (Yeah)
Why you wait a whole week in the first place?
Ooh-oh (Pshh, pshh, pshh, brrr)
[Verse 11]
Come and get yo' lil' bitch, 'cause she irk me (Gang, gang)
She look good, but this bitch way too thirsty (What?)
I can't hydrate no lil bitty birdie (What?)
Ooh-oh
[Verse 12]
I can't even go lie, I'm so allergic (Yeah)
Bro, you know that I sleep with a thirty (Yeah)
If them **** pop out, just alert me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can only spit facts, 'cause this shit too wrong (Wrong)
Yeah, narcissistic I know that I'm on
And my bitch she was bad, she was bad to the bone (Yo)
[Verse 13]
But her soul was so rotten, I left her alone
Had to throw it out, hit from the back, snatch her back, had to blow it out
Shaking my dreads while I hit, had to grow it out
DC The Don in this bitch, I been rollin' loud
Ain't gon' talk to that ho, I been zonin' out (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 14]
No kizzy, my boys in this bitch, we gon' fuck up yo' city
Ain't no shortage for ammo, you know we got plenty
My bitch got a Birkin, it's holdin' the semi
Had to skrrt in yo' block, introduce 'em to Whitney
Got a straight face in here, while I'm clutchin' the glizzy
Oh, they say they don't like me? Oh really? Oh really?
If you really don't like it, then **** come kill me
[Verse 15]
Said, if it's really that bad, then **** pop out and come pill me
I'm still seven for seven, I'm doing 'em filthy
Ima see you Monday, if I make it to Philly
Had to put Moncler on my back, it's so muthafuckin' chilly
I just walked in the house, Mama whipping some chili
All this false energy, I been hitting my wheelies
I ain't fucking with ****, it's up, I been chillin' (God, God)
[Verse 16]
Tryna really take off take the roof off the muthafuckin' buildin'
I destructo my discs, Ima do him like Krillin
Use my Piccolo powers, but I'm not a villain
I'm still numb as a bitch, I been losin' my feelings
Smoking Za-Za in here, fuck them pills man (Yeah)
Got a white bitch in here snortin' Dylan (Yeah)
Tryna hit from the back and go dumb and she willin'
[Verse 17]
Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way
Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday
This Amiri ØUTLAW, what my shirt say
Bitch, I'm ballin', like I play for Berkeley
I'm one hundred percent, fuck a survey (Yeah)
I might pop out and see you on Thursday (Yeah)
Why you wait a whole week in the first place?
Ooh-oh
[Verse 18]
Come and get yo' lil' bitch, 'cause she irk me (Yeah, yeah)
She look good, but this bitch way too thirsty
I can't hydrate no lil' bitty birdie
Ooh-oh
[Verse 19]
I can't even go lie, I'm so allergic
Bro, you know that I sleep with a thirty (Yeah)
If them **** pop out, just alert me (Yeah, yeah)
Written by: Daijon Davis

