DC The Don - HATE IT OR LOVE IT lyrics
DC The Don [Daijon Cotty Davis] Milwaukee, Wisconsin, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DC The Don - HATE IT OR LOVE IT lyrics]
Yeah, woah lil Donny in this bitch
Woah
Hate it or love it
Bitch, I'm too hot, got my shit out the oven
Blueberry, Burberry, diamonds, they bussin’
I hit my jeweler like he was my cousin
Boy, what you need? I said double or nothin'
Ayy, folks get me right 'fore
I hit out the country
Swagger too clean, I dropped out
I was hustlin’
Nah, I'm JK, I got kicked out for tusslin'
Hit that lil bitch with a hook like a feature
Two piece with rice for the free
I'm a creature fresh off the bench
Gettin' head by the bleachers
Coach put me in, Retro 4's on my sneakers
She give me top
That lil' ho for the freeskers
Alexander McQueen
Let it bump through the speakers
I just turn up for nothing
He slippin' and slumpin’
His bitch on my dick
She for sure not a keeper
Ayy, DC go crazy, Lil’ Don get it jumpin'
Aiming straight right for your head
He a pumpkin
808’s bumpin', this bitch keep on suckin'
Bitch run my money, all hundreds
Keep thumbin'
She be like, "Boy, you so silly, I love it"
I just walked out of your club
I was stumblin’
I'm sippin' sizzurp, lil' bitch, Uncle Ruckus
CJ pop out, he might slide with a musket
Nigga like, fuck it brodie like, fuck it
Hit from the back, put my dick in her stomach
Groupie ho, she look like LeToya Luckett
How you say that you ballin'? Bitch
You on a budget i'm that nigga
They don't understand how I does it
Bitch, I ball like Carmelo '04 on the Nuggets
I'm not gon' discuss it
So bitch, hate it or love it
That shit that he did, bitch
I already done it
While you still was in Trukfit
He made a ten, now he thinkin' he rich
I made ten, okay
Turn that bitch right to a brick
I just left out the bank
Finna hit a lil' skip
Did a show in your city, I'm feelin' too rich
How much you make? This
Like two hundred Ricks
I roll deep in this bitch
It's like two hundred sticks
I got two hundred hoes tryna
Suck on this dick
Meet me after the show, all you get is a pic
Post on the 'Gram, I log off and they click
Rappin' ass niggas, they stay on my dick
Flight after flight
I head home for a lil' bit
Then I vacay, book a room with the Ritz
This not no regular weed, leave em tweakin'
You cannot smoke with big dawgs, you a bitch
You a Shih Tzu, bitch, I hang with the pit's
Bitch, I'm at BOA, I spend ten on some shrimp
That shit not regular
Fuck on your bitch and she blue
Call her Nebula name a nigga like Don that
Make this shit look regular
You can't catch up to gang, bitch
I'm way too ahead of you
They just blow up my celluar
Start from beginning, I'm the big dog
Them lil' niggas pretending
They wasn't fuckin' with gang
Leave 'em starving and itching
That bitch popped her a perc, now the room
Keep on spinning, my palms keep on itching
Keep
Hate it or love it
Bitch, I'm too hot, got my shit out the oven
Blueberry, Burberry, diamonds, they bussin'
I hit my jeweler like he was my cousin
Boy, what you need? I said double or nothin'
Bitch get me right 'fore I
Hit out the country
Swagger too clean, I dropped out
I was hustlin'
Nah, I'm JK, I got kicked out for tusslin'
That shit not regular
Fuck on your bitch and she blue
Call her Nebula