PAROLES
DC The Don – Working On Dyin Lyrics
[Intro]
Told that bitch, “I’m a god, ain’t no killing me”
Like Serena, them rackies ain’t new to me
They scream, “Donny alive”, they like, “Who is he?” (Bit’)
They like, “Who making cash, nigga, you or me?”
[Chorus]
If you try to come around on that lil’ bitty lame shit, you getting yo’ brain split
You working on dying, lil’ bitch, I ain’t talking ’bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin’, lil’ bitch, I get higher than Buddha, man
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I’m ambidextrous, I got two hands
White ho just stay on my dick, Lindsay Lohan
White ho, she go up, but I’m from the low end (Let’s go)
This a 24 karat diamond, bitch, I’m frozen
You been working on dying, lil bitch, I ain’t talking ’bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin’, lil’ bitch, I get higher than Buddha, man (That’s pressure)
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I’m ambidеxtrous, I got both hands (That’s pressure)
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, pop out
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, pop out (That’s pressurе)
And your bitch banging all of my songs, and they not out
When you lame, you gon’ keep suckin’ dick for a shoutout (Woah)
[Verse 1]
Pull up, uh, swerve, uh
.23 Glock, it’s cursed, uh
Slide in the SUV, I’m too up
Now that bitch tryna fuck, it’s curtains
I got major artillery, major artillery, bitch, I’m outside, ten blickies (Yeah)
Out of town with ten digits (Woah)
Racks in my jeans, they fitted, ayy
Now flash, ho’, on camera, ayy
Then press start, no hammer, ayy
Suicide with this damage, ayy
How you pulled up, no blammer? Ayy
Niggas touch down to get wicked, ayy
Racks in my jeans, they fitted, ayy
That boy chain got S.I. in it, ayy
Forgiato my wheels, keep spinnin’, ayy
[Bridge]
Told that bitch, “I’m a god, ain’t no killing me”
I got major artillery, major artillery
They scream, “Donny alive”, they like, “Who is he?”
I go up, it get wicked
I pull up with some niggas
Do the math, we got .60, bitch
Bro think he bulletproof, he need a strait-coat
He think he sippin’ on Wock’, that’s K Roll
They keep takin’ pictures, they keep takin’ pictures
So, that Balenciaga stay on me, bitch
Bro think he bulletproof, he need a strait-coat
He think he sippin’ on Wock’, that’s K Roll
[Chorus]
If he try to come ’round on that lil’ bitty lame shit, you getting yo’ brain split
You working on dying, lil’ bitch, I ain’t talking ’bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin’, lil’ bitch, I get higher than Buddha, man
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I’m ambidextrous, I got two hands
White ho just stay on my dick, Lindsay Lohan
White ho, she go up, but I’m from the low end (Let’s go)
This a 24 karat diamond, bitch, I’m frozen
You working on dying, lil bitch, I ain’t talking ’bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin’, lil’ bitch, I get higher than Buddha, man (That’s pressure)
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I’m ambidextrous, I got both hands (That’s pressure)
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, pop out
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, pop out (That’s pressure)
And your bitch banging all of my songs, and they not out
When you lame, you gon’ keep suckin’ dick for a shoutout (Woah)
[Outro]
Pull up
