DC The Don – Tell Shyanne Lyrics

DC The Don – Tell Shyanne ( Lyricss ) Letra DC The Don DC The Don – Tell Shyanne ( Lyricss )
Intro
Oh, woah, woah

Chorus
Ride in a new Maybach, and my bitch too flooded
Goddamn, my bitch, she flooded
Hold a nigga down for real, I love her
All of a sudden, bitches callin’ my number
They don’t wanna see us happy, I understand, she is not my number one
Don’t let her take you under, ask Shyanne how she got my number
Ride in a new G-Wagon, this bitch too flooded
Big-body Benz, this is not no Hummer
Fuck that, niggas gotta see me comin’
Tell Shyanne to delete my number
Ride in a new Z06 with my left hand thumbin’
Big-body bills, blue strips, all hundreds
Shit, like finally, nigga, I’m stuntin’
Tell them hoes to delete my number
Refrain
Ride in a new Maybach, and my bitch too flooded
Goddamn, my bitch so flooded
Hold a nigga down for real, I love her
And she already know what a nigga need, we don’t need discussions
All my money in the air, and she bussin’
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout puttin’ kids in this lil’ ho, I’m already rich, so fuck it
I already hit a mil’, so fuck it

Verse 1
Like, goddamn, I need your number
Where your nigga at? Shawty, fuck him
Why you at this party anyways if you so damn mad?
Do you say you love him?
Fuck that shit, you can save my number
And she put some emojis all over her contact, you can call me, it’s nothing

Chorus
Ride in a new Maybach, and my bitch too flooded
Goddamn, my bitch, she flooded
Hold a nigga down for real, I love her
All of a sudden, bitches callin’ my number
They ain’t tryna see us happy, I understand, she is not my number one
Don’t let her take you under, ask Shyanne how she got my number
I’m ridin’ in a new G-Wagon, this bitch too flooded
Big-body Benz, this is not no Hummer
Fuck that, niggas gotta see me comin’
Tell Shyanne to delete my number
Ride in a new Z06 with my left hand thumbin’
Big-body bills, blue strips, all hundreds
Shit, like finally, nigga, I’m stuntin’
Tell them hoes to delete my number
Verse 2
She said, “I miss you, lil’ Don, is you coming to my house?”
She see I got all these diamonds on me, it ain’t shit for me, baby, just fly out
It’s only one thing, I don’t trust none, that’s enough, lil’ baby, get no love
Like, what the fuck did you think, is you drunk, is you fucked up? Ridin’ around in a Rover, gettin’ fucked up

Refrain
Ride in a new Maybach, and my bitch too flooded
Goddamn, my bitch so flooded
Hold a nigga down for real, I love her
And she already know what a nigga need, we don’t need discussions
All my money in the air, and she bussin’
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout puttin’ kids in this lil’ ho, I’m already rich, so fuck it
I already hit a mil’, so fuck it
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DC The Don – PSA

DC The Don – PSA Lyrics
PSA Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
Told my mama, “Pick which one you want”, she want that all black (Ooh)
(I really be havin’ it like that)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, go, go)

Verse 1
Ayy, blowin’ the brains (Ahh)
Eatin’ Crème brûlée and Shrimp, they let some young niggas in Spain (Yeah)
They done fucked around plenty of racks, so if I get dressed, I’m fitted, yeah (Go, Ooh)
I’m frustrated, I keep gettin’ mad, tryna get my pockets fitted, yeah (ayy)

Chorus
It’s a PSA, Mr. Put That Shit On Nike Fitted, ayy
Mr. I Get Too Damn Fried, can’t remember shit, I’m lifted, ayy (Go)
Tryna live likе a dog, I’ma get my get back, with my bitches, ayy
I invitеd too many hoes straight to the midnight kickback, shit got wicked, ayy (What? Go, go)

Verse 2
Opened up that voice-mail, that was a throwback
I was drunk driving in an SRT, I think that you should know that (Yeah)
Pardon me, had to switch my shit up cool, I got my flow back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shit ain’t been the same since my fam’ did me so dirty, I swear this industry all cap, yeah
Trapped in my head, I’ma text your phone, send the shit in all caps
I remember you asked if I liked being famous, this shit ain’t all that, yeah
And you know I’m straight on my own, but I hate when you don’t call back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I hate that we feel like we only wasting time, it’s okay, ayy (Go)
Nigga, don’t play with The Don, play with yo bitch, get jaw smacked, yeah
So many niggas tryna take my spot, you get yo ball snatched
Lil’ Donny goin’ up, tryna bully niggas, tryna get your ball back
I’ma leave my mark, I’ma make my M’s, and fall back, ayy
Chorus
It’s a PSA, Mr. Put That Shit On Nike Fitted, ayy
Mr. I Get Too Damn Fried, can’t remember shit, I’m lifted, ayy
Tryna live like a dog, I’ma get my get back with my bitches, ayy
I invited too many hoes straight to the midnight kickback, shit got wicked, ayy