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DC The Don
DC The Don
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DC The Don
DC The Don
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Daijon Davis
Daijon Davis
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A-Dawg Beats
A-Dawg Beats
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Jug
Jug
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Adawg
Adawg
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Ayo, Jug 3 a.m. I just rock that Raf for no reason My bitch the perfect girl for conversation (yeah) But I still get bored (yeah), and then I end up leavin' (yeah) Don't push me too far away, 'cause if I go too far away I might not come right back, I'm gettin' even-steven (yeah) You call me like, (what?) "Where you at at (What?) 3 a.m.?" (what?) I'm in MIA in LAX, (what?) I'm cool, (what?) and she just (what?) keeps on teasin' (go) Oh, you ain't know? I got timing on my side I'm close to Amsterdam right now Like bitch, I'm right up in your region (yes, sir) I just turn over for no reason (what?) She said you a sophomore, bitch I'm in my second season Gotta put my jerseys in the raptors right now, DC fuckin' eatin' I don't want that shit, he got Ghost Rider in him, he a fuckin' demon I'm tryna talk, talk, down Tryna add that to my life without my cousin (yeah) In LA with my boys, I ain't in here feelin' nothin' Why they fuckin' with me too? It's hot, I'm in the oven See I'm just a schizophrenic dude I don't do the lovin' or fuckin', or cuffin' But if we get it down, we can end up with something If you got a pound we can run it up, one hundred I know somethings going down, I can feel it in my stomach Got the trap house jumpin' He a crash, he don't want it (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma pass, I don't want it Bitch got gas, he a runner (yeah) Do the dash on my opponent, whoa I'm way too fast No he don't want it (what?), got the trap house jumpin' (go) Bitch I got that bag I feel important Dior house shoes when I walk around it's like I shorted I should've never loved you and that's why Puttin' down your drugs too 'cause They don't get me high (yeah, yeah, yeah) I just rock that Raf for no reason My bitch the perfect girl for conversation But I still get bored, and then I end up (yeah) leavin' (go) Don't push me too far away, 'cause if I go too (yeah,yeah) far away I might not come right back, I'm gettin' even-steven (go) You call me like, "Where you at at 3 a.m.?" (yeah) I'm in MIA in LAX I'm cool and she just (go) keeps on teasin' (yeah) Oh, you ain't know? I got timing on my side I'm close to Amsterdam right now Like bitch, I'm right up in your region Yeah, and it's all of me (what?) I'm dead asleep right now, she tryna talk to me But she didn't know that in my dreams I think it's better, no I tried to wake up next to you I had to let her go (what?) And I, I hate it when they try spending the night, too soon I don't want you layin' by my side (go) I know you're trying to live your fucking life, me too Fuck it I'm a have to let it fly I count dough up with my shawtys, I feel so important Back in the Mil' on 47th street, I throw up with my shawtys You know that we runnin' up that shit forever My niggas made it out that muddy weather Talk to me with some sense She know how I get when you use that attitude But I'm so used to this shit that's why I'm bulletproof I'll never see your soul inside you, I saw what it did to you It'd been one day of the week but I Swear to God that I've been missing you Don't take my seat, I don't wanna dance Leave me alone with a hundred bands Don't bury me in this town, I wanna die in France Look at the fuckin' Eiffel Tower, this a beautiful way to end Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh I just rock that Raf for no reason (woah) My bitch the perfect girl for conversation But I still get bored, and then I end up leavin' Don't push me too far away, 'cause if I go too (yeah, yeah) far away I might not come right back, I'm gettin' even-steven (go) You call me like, "Where you at at 3 a.m.?" I'm in MIA in LAX, I'm cool and she just keeps on teasin' Oh, you ain't know? I got timing on my side I'm close to Amsterdam right now Like bitch, I'm right up in your region Got the trap house jumpin' He a crash, he don't want it I'ma pass, I don't want it Bitch got gas, he a runner Do the dash on my opponent, woah I'm way too fast, no, he don't want it, got the trap house jumpin' Bitch I got that bag I feel important Dior house shoes when I walk around it's like I shorted I should've never loved you and that's why Puttin' down your drugs too 'cause they don't get me high (Lets go) Yeah, woah Yes, I'm feelin' this one, woah, woah Let's go Donny
Writer(s): Jabrielle Rael Brooks, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Jugrai Layal, Andrew Stewart, Daijon Cotty Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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