Paranoid Lyrics - DC The Don — Paroles de Chansons

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[Intro]
“Aw yeah, man, what’s goin’ on, it’s KCillion Da Don, yeah, it’s and Milwaukee Wisconsin shit goin’ on right now, you know, 414 love, yeah, it’s KCillion Da Don, y’all, went in Walgreens and bought everything off the wall, y’all, yeah, man, it’s Foot Locker’s number one shopper and my bankroll is a whopper! Yeah, it’s KCillion Da Don, man! Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside, man, we everywhere, man! It’s 414 shit, this KCillion Da Don. Stop callin’ me KCillion, man. KCillion Da Don”
This some 2020 shit
It’s gettin’ out there, it’s gettin’ out, motherfuckers gettin’ popped every day now
Like anybody, I would like to live a long life, longevity
(Free DC! Free DC! Free DC! Free DC! Free DC!)
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Woah!

[Verse]
See how I’m feelin’ right now
Nigga what the fuck, what’s the deal right now? Woah
Too much fear right now
Niggas need to pop out with the gear right now, woah
Feelin’ Margiela right now
Foenem off a pill, tryna kill right now, woah
It’s a lil’ scrimmage, I love my all business
This shit not an image, DC off the Henny, woah (Yeah)
I keep it close
Big-ass drum, we gon’ rock and just roll
Watch out, bitch, it’s a young nigga world
Why that nigga looking at my fucking cheddar?
Better pipe down, this shit way too above your wage
Oh, triple digits on the dash
And that Bentley like Thomas Wayne
Get all my dawgs, put ’em in a huddle, said we gon’ be rich forever
Niggas sick of that shitty weather
If it’s gang vs. the world, we gon’ get together
Why the fuck would we go out with ourselves
Blowin’ out the door, now I’m feeling better
Pussy boy, we can’t sit together
Like Lebrons and Ksubis, that don’t fit together

[Chorus]
Better not get involved, we with the shits and that’s truly
So paranoid, I’m off, I’m on the stage with my toolie
Got an idea, like, “Baw, Brandon, let’s go shoot a movie”
2020 we gon’ ball, nigga don’t like it, then shoot me
Spin through your block, make it spooky, ooh
Okay, I feel it, this bitch heating up
Rocky Balboa, in seven rounds, I beat it up
Knock it out the park, make this bitch wake up
Feel like Drake, Marvin’s Room, I can’t give out no love
I had to get it like Billie Jean’s son
Please don’t get on my nerves, I’m just tryna have fun, okay

[Bridge]
Cash out, black out, anyways
Missed out, passed out, any day
No doubt, fast route, many ways
Missed out, fast route, anyways
(Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Better not get involved, we with the shits and that’s truly
So paranoid, I’m off, I’m on the stage with my toolie
Got an idea, like, “Baw, Brandon, let’s go shoot a movie”
2020 we gon’ ball, nigga don’t like it, then shoot me
Spin through your block, make it spooky, ooh
Okay, I feel it, this bitch heating up
Rocky Balboa, in seven rounds, I beat it up
Knock it out the park, make this bitch wake up
Feel like Drake, Marvin’s Room, I can’t give out no love
I had to get it like Billie Jean’s son
Please don’t get on my nerves, I’m just tryna have fun, okay

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