WHAT NOW? (Explicit)歌词-DC the DON

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作词 : Daijon Davis

作曲 : Daijon Davis

(Let's go, Mario)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Yeah

Like what now?

I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I've seen enough now

They say they need me to **** up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out (Yeah)

I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now

See, I told them *******, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now (Brr, yeah)

Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down (Yeah)

And I know she want love, but I'm anti as **** (Yeah, yeah), I don't think that I need it right now (Okay)

There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down (Yeah)

But I still go OD for my mother****in' brothers, whenever it's down, smack down (Yeah)

Saturday night, I'm goin' raw as a mother****in' hoe (Yeah)

I just Chris Pauled on my mother****in' ball (Yeah, yeah)

She a redbone, I'm a dog, I suppose (Yeah, brr)

Saturday night, I just swerved out of the lot, my young niggas with me, they saying it's goals

I done bossed all of them up (Skrrt), they ain't ask me for **** (Yeah, skrrt, skrrt)

That's just gang so you know how it goes (Yeah)

And I'm up in this *****, I been counting my paper (Yeah)

That Vivienne Westwood, Supreme, alligator (What? Yeah)

I'm not a home wrecker, I'm ****ed, see you later

My ***** ***** wetter, please get it together (Yeah)

That GG all over my mother****ing sweater (Okay)

I pip regardless, I don't move with the weather (Okay, okay, okay)

That GG Allin rock the stage out whenever

In California in a brand new endeavor

Your ***** love Donny, she just made me her header (Skrrt-skrrt)

She said you GOATed, I told her she was clever (Yeah)

This **** not Vlone, it's a cross on my sweater

That's ØUTLAW Rickies, I just mix 'em together (Yeah)

Check my sound, this **** a number one seller (Yeah)

*****, you know I know she just want all my cheddar (Yeah, yeah)

That's why I'm sleeping with a brand new Beretta (Yeah)

That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher (Brr)

Proceed with caution, we be smoking on pressure (Huh, woah, yeah)

I like Biscotti but your partner hit better (Woo)

Boy, your ass not a man, we gon' make him three letters (Yeah)

Stack up my loot, *****, I love all my treasure (Yeah)

She a fan of my shit, we gon' **** if I let her (Yes sir)

Smash on the gas, it's a whole 'nother level (Yes sir)

Free my dawgs out the mother****ing box, I ain't letting up (Yes sir)

Like what now?

I be outside when my house be at war and I think that I've seen enough now (Bop, bow)

They say they need me to **** up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out (Let's go)

I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

See, I told them *******, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now

Sicilian shores, tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up (Yeah, yeah)

I'ma spend my last before the world get over me (go)

I got my heart on my sleeve and this Cuban link choker, it's so hard to breathe (Let's go)

Now the VVVs talking, please don't talk to me (Go)

I been traveling three months and keep falling on me, yeah (Go, go)

See I been tryna stack with my niggas

Roll up and get high and back back with my niggas

Pull off in a new Cadillac on these niggas

See my uncle, he used to sell crack to these niggas

Drunk out, I can't even go down with these niggas

You still one with me too, there's no cap on a nigga

Strapped up in this *****, Mad Max on these niggas

You can't **** with my *****, so relax on me nigga

Hop out a Jag, who is that little nigga?

*****, it's me little Daij with them racks on me nigga (Lets go)

*****, we up two hella casualties, nigga

In the pen with the gang, skrrt off, see you later

He just running his mouth he's a real good debater

I'm still getting money, I won't sleep over haters

We still good on this side, we ain't ****ing with traitors

Gang, gang, gang

Like what now?

I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I've seen enough now (Yeah)

They say they need me to **** up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I'm out

I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I'm hot now

See, I told them ******* that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now

Ain't enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down

And I know she want love, but I'm anti as ****, I don't think that I need it right now

There's no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down

But I still go OD for my mother****in' brothers, whenever it's down, smack down

Rock star

Rock star

Go, go, go