DC The Don - Own It lyrics
DC The Don [Daijon Cotty Davis] Milwaukee, Wisconsin, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DC The Don - Own It lyrics]
Uh, niggas ain't on shit till I
Get on it, uh, uh, uh
Niggas couldn’t be Don, so they
Gon' clone it, uh, uh, uh
Like boy you old as fuck, okay, uh, uh, uh
(Pussy)
Watch me scratch that bitch like bitch I
Own it, uh, uh, uh
(yeah) i could crash that bitch, 'cause
Bitch I own it, okay
Watch me wreck that bitch
’cause bitch I own it (Skrt, skrt)
Givenchy boots when I step on the
Scene 'cause bitch I own it
Donny shit going up, murder rate
It's going up (yeah)
I was finna cop that SRT 'cause they
Say that shit ain't slowing up
Ayy, in the function rolling up
Hittin' your ho with a shoulder shrug
I was finna bring my yoppa in this bitch
And show my shoulder love
I don't really think he like that
Niggas gon' check to see if he bold enough
Spent six hunid for a YSL belt but this
Shit on me I can’t hold it up
SRT it go vroom but this stick go boom
Hit his shit and he opened up
Spend a bag, hold it up, rep yo’ shit
Hold it up
I took that bitch to the back of the Raddison
I got a whole lotta guap on my baggages
You not from Milwaukee boy you from Madison
Well I stay with some shooters
They fuck up your
And this bitch tryna fuck on
The Don and she African
I got a white ho she dancing like Addison
I got a white ho she badder than Addison
And I'm treating these ho’s like the
How many Rickys could I buy I'm baggin' it
I rock Rick every day on
My momma I'm draggin’ it
Say, "Fuck it go crazy lil' bro
You be having it"
I know I'm heaven sent, fuck I'm snatchin' it
They say, "Fuck it go crazy
Lil' bitch" I be smashin' it
I was high as a bitch
With my Drac in the cabinet
Approaching The Don on her knees
Colin Kaepernick i throw my fist in the
Air while I'm smashin' it
I throw the whores in the sky
While I'm up on the stage
And your bitch in the back
She be baggin' it up, ayy
Fuck the promoter I'm stackin' it up, , yeah
Bitch, I be buying designer
Margiela, designer walked through
They start clappin' it up
Neiman Marcus little boy, I'm cashin' 'em out
I ain't gotta say shit they
Start backing me up i see broke bitch
Shawty ain't tryna do shit wit' your lil'
Ass 'cause he be on broke shit
Tell your manager hit up my team then I get
All the guap I ain't tryna do folk shit
This the way it don't matter
You won't finna see
Me enough I ain't dealin' with broke shit
Finna off on all of these niggas
On the 'Gram this season, fuck it
High as fuck, ceiling fade
He came through with renegade
I know you finna run to Twitter to
Talk your shit because you pigeon made
Off the chickens peel em, fade
Like look at him he villain made
They see me in LA and the ho's can't breathe
She gotta ventilate
Ayy, put that shit in her throat 'til
The ho can't breathe she gotta ventilate
Don got a S-Class too and
This bitch too fast
So how is this nigga late?
How the fuck I look good on the camera?
Ksubi jeans with a Gucci bandana
MVP gotta pass me the rock, sport
Petal the metal I'm flooded (Pussy)
Watch me scratch that bitch like bitch
I own it, uh, uh, uh
(yeah) i could crash that bitch, 'cause
Bitch I own it, okay
Watch me wreck that bitch
'cause bitch I own it (Skrt, skrt)
Givenchy boots when I step on the
Scene 'cause bitch I own it (yeah)
Get on it, uh, uh, uh
Niggas couldn’t be Don, so they
Gon' clone it, uh, uh, uh
Like boy you old as fuck, okay, uh, uh, uh
(Pussy)
Watch me scratch that bitch like bitch I
Own it, uh, uh, uh
(yeah) i could crash that bitch, 'cause
Bitch I own it, okay
Watch me wreck that bitch
’cause bitch I own it (Skrt, skrt)
Givenchy boots when I step on the
Scene 'cause bitch I own it
Donny shit going up, murder rate
It's going up (yeah)
I was finna cop that SRT 'cause they
Say that shit ain't slowing up
Ayy, in the function rolling up
Hittin' your ho with a shoulder shrug
I was finna bring my yoppa in this bitch
And show my shoulder love
I don't really think he like that
Niggas gon' check to see if he bold enough
Spent six hunid for a YSL belt but this
Shit on me I can’t hold it up
SRT it go vroom but this stick go boom
Hit his shit and he opened up
Spend a bag, hold it up, rep yo’ shit
Hold it up
I took that bitch to the back of the Raddison
I got a whole lotta guap on my baggages
You not from Milwaukee boy you from Madison
Well I stay with some shooters
They fuck up your
And this bitch tryna fuck on
The Don and she African
I got a white ho she dancing like Addison
I got a white ho she badder than Addison
And I'm treating these ho’s like the
How many Rickys could I buy I'm baggin' it
I rock Rick every day on
My momma I'm draggin’ it
Say, "Fuck it go crazy lil' bro
You be having it"
I know I'm heaven sent, fuck I'm snatchin' it
They say, "Fuck it go crazy
Lil' bitch" I be smashin' it
I was high as a bitch
With my Drac in the cabinet
Approaching The Don on her knees
Colin Kaepernick i throw my fist in the
Air while I'm smashin' it
I throw the whores in the sky
While I'm up on the stage
And your bitch in the back
She be baggin' it up, ayy
Fuck the promoter I'm stackin' it up, , yeah
Bitch, I be buying designer
Margiela, designer walked through
They start clappin' it up
Neiman Marcus little boy, I'm cashin' 'em out
I ain't gotta say shit they
Start backing me up i see broke bitch
Shawty ain't tryna do shit wit' your lil'
Ass 'cause he be on broke shit
Tell your manager hit up my team then I get
All the guap I ain't tryna do folk shit
This the way it don't matter
You won't finna see
Me enough I ain't dealin' with broke shit
Finna off on all of these niggas
On the 'Gram this season, fuck it
High as fuck, ceiling fade
He came through with renegade
I know you finna run to Twitter to
Talk your shit because you pigeon made
Off the chickens peel em, fade
Like look at him he villain made
They see me in LA and the ho's can't breathe
She gotta ventilate
Ayy, put that shit in her throat 'til
The ho can't breathe she gotta ventilate
Don got a S-Class too and
This bitch too fast
So how is this nigga late?
How the fuck I look good on the camera?
Ksubi jeans with a Gucci bandana
MVP gotta pass me the rock, sport
Petal the metal I'm flooded (Pussy)
Watch me scratch that bitch like bitch
I own it, uh, uh, uh
(yeah) i could crash that bitch, 'cause
Bitch I own it, okay
Watch me wreck that bitch
'cause bitch I own it (Skrt, skrt)
Givenchy boots when I step on the
Scene 'cause bitch I own it (yeah)