DC The Don - For Your Enjoyment (World Champions) lyrics

Yeah, yeah trademark!
Whoa

Oh no, no, please don't act like that, girl
I’m sick of disappointments
Secluded where I'm at
I think you should make appointments
Treat me like the last man
She need me like ointments
I treat this shit like it's the last dance
I’m here for your enjoyment
And besides that I'm a
And besides that I'm important
Don't compare me to these niggas
They informants (Informants)
All this shit we argued
'bout that ended pointlеss
Going back in time to the MGM
It got hot as hell, it's scorching
(Yеah)

Said my young nigga scoring
Lace me up I feel like Jordan
I ain't tryna miss that much
(Ayy) and she be tryna mess me up (yeah)
And she know my back
Account shit going critical
I been tryna flex me up
Fucked around and put four in my blunt
Understand that shit fuckin' me up
When I walk in the Citgo
I need yellow Backwoods
That honey pack blowin’ me up
Get your bitch, she keep blowin’ me up
All these niggas keep talking they hoeing me
Bruh
Got a yellow Lambo' look like Bumblebee, yeah
Remember days I was down on my
Ass, watching BET awards I’m like
"Damn that's suppose to be us"
And she sick of this lifestyle calling
It was awesome up in the morning at 5 AM
Don't it get exhausting?
Growin' up I thought I would be a Celtic
Ballin’ out in Boston
Fast forward I'm in a penthouse
Beverly Hills and they validated
All my parking
You can fit ten beds in this bitch
It's more than a apartment
Now I got ten white hoes in this
Bitch and they all snort Shane Dawson
Got a Meagan Good, in my living
Room, got a smokers eye, now she coughing
We be talking loud and living good but
It's clear you never do this often
And I can never feel the fake shit, nah
You can rarely hear me talking
And you can never reach a spaceship, nah
You can never hear the martian
And now he really gotta make shift, nah
Better off committing arson and they like
"How the fuck he on the moon now?"
Play for Atlanta like I'm Chandler Parson
If I get a bag, then my bro get a bag
Man I swear this shit come
And go this shit regardless
I never been a fan of the click bait
That's word to my fans that I'm
A always be a artist
And as long as I've got my lungs
I promise I'm always be the hardest
Ain't got enough time for the play, play
I'm a stack my cake and spend
It on some new garments
Hold on, let me get back to reality
On the big screen my life is a reality
It's not a drama, nah, my shit a comedy
Almost turned into a horror casualty
I think I'm coming back to my reality
I'm on a whole 'nother fucking galaxy
I'm on a whole 'nother galaxy (yeah)

Go, yeah, yeah ha, yeah, yeah, ohh

Oh no, no, please don't act like that, girl
I'm sick of disappointments
Secluded where I'm at
I think you should make appointments
Treat me like the last man
She need me like ointments
I treat this shit like it's the last dance
I'm here for your enjoyment
And besides that I'm a (yeah)
And besides that I'm important (Go, go, go)
Don't compare me to these niggas
They informants all this shit we argued
'bout that ended pointless
Going back in time to the MGM
It got hot as hell, it's scorching
Yeah, yeah, yeah