DC The Don - 100k Freestyle lyrics

DC The Don [Daijon Cotty Davis] Los Angeles, California.U.S.

[DC The Don - 100k Freestyle lyrics]

Yeah, Worldwide
Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man

Wait, stop, freeze
Watch that boy walk with that steez
Your tank just landed on E
My shit it drive with no keys
I'm like stop, freeze
Spray this bitch out with Febreze
Been ballin', makin' it bling
Raf Simmons mixed with Feline
Niggas be talkin' out ass
You niggas talk out yo neck
Pull up with choppas
Big Stew keep that draco
It's time that you pussies
Show Daij some respect pull up with big boys
Bitch I'm your big homie
Feel like RA with them clips on me
VVS diamonds no pinks on me
That bitch, that bitch
Sucked on my dick for my cat bitch
Just got extorted from baggage
Bitch I been living real lavish
Call me Lil Daij, Lil Stewart
Cost me fifty hundred-thousand
For some slippers that bitch a Tortoise
So she standing likе a lizard
My boy you stupid, you look goofy
'cause you tizzard
Tizzard, you stupid ass nigga you tipped her
And shе flat from the wings but I ripped her
That lil bitch tryna take off my zipper
Uber, lil bitch, gotta take you a uber
Bought her pink but that shit didn't suit her
I kept it raw now she look like a loser
Bitch over twenty-five so she a cougar
I'm not complaining nigga I'ma screw her
I'm not a quitter nigga, I'm a do-er
Bitch tried to take a ride like I'm a scooter
I got a plaque in the south
Them niggas about
Them niggas that talk with a lisp
The boys that ride round in them caddys
Them real swinging bodies
Them boys that just talkin' like this
Niggas still wearing Lacrosse
Still wearing that Ralph
But nigga I ain't rockin' that shit
I got them rocks in my mouth
That slime on my teeth
The ones they don't like when they eat
Used to be hungry as fuck, get food off a bus
Until I start eating these beats
I made ten racks in a day i'm finally fame
My niggas move off of the east
Booted, my nigga I'm zooted
She think I'ma fall in love with her
Bitch I'm not cupid, my bro got that salad
My bitch got a booty, she hella boujee
You gotta move it
Get out my face, I feel like Blac Youngsta
I might cop a Bentley
Remember them days when I still want a Hummer
There go my cousin, he pull up he bustin'
He still the same way, but
If some niggas try him, then I'm dumpin'
I get to spend it, my niggas stay down
Then I split stay down with my brothers
This some family business and shit
Talking shit out your mouth
You can get hit with a dick
We shoot shots out the roof
Stacking our loot, you niggas
Ain't shooting for shit, bitch

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