DC The Don - Stomp lyrics

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

[DC The Don - Stomp lyrics]

I just got my beat from Maaly Raw, yeah (Go)
Stack it up, I make it stand tall, yeah
(Da da da da da, dat be Maaly Raw)
How the fuck I'm a act like that
When I know that I got flaws, yeah

Like stomp on the gas
Honestly, I've been chillin' love
Don't make me mad
She had me runnin' around with
Her head all day, i'm feelin' gassed
It's a cold world and I'm freezin' love
I'm in my bag
Showed a ho my bank account, she
Almost had a heart attack, yeah, woah

It's too easy, shit, the contract
Shit too greazy
I had some niggas 'round me, too greedy
And the last bitch was too needy
Pick up the phone, hello, who need me?
Next day I'm gone, had to leave that bitch
DC Houdini
Feelin' stuck, like I'm all hurts forever
Even time couldn't fix all the
Things you said to me
When I'm gone, I miss being together
Fuck it I'm goin' back
You never fail to go embarrass me
Hey, yeah, like you remember me? yeah
I shoot dirty, my chopstick too dirty, yeah
Yeah gotta clean my hands off, I done
Got blood on my jersey, yeah
Shootin' that nigga, not doing discussion
(yeah)
Checking my iPhone, that shit keep on buzzin'
(yeah) i just hopped off the plane
Like he up to something
Give that ho everything
And she left me with nothing (yeah)
So when I go meet her, think I'm beloved (Go)
Smoking that gas, I caught a concussion (Go)
And she made me mad, I'm knowin' she love it
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These ho's super bad, I feel like McLovin
Yeah finna facetime my ho's, I'm
With my cousin, yeah, yeah
Yea shawty finna pull up on gang
That shit ain't fuckin' nothin', yeah, yeah
Niggas better chill out before, do
Do, get to bussin', yeah
Thought shit was sweet but it wasn't, yeah
Like how you turn gangster all
Of a sudden? yeah

Like stomp on the gas (yeah, yeah)
Honestly, I've been chillin' love
Don't make me mad (Skrt, skrt)
She had me runnin' around with
Her head all day, i'm feelin' gassed
It's a cold world and I'm freezin' love
I'm in my bag (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Showed a ho my bank account, she
Almost had a heart attack, yeah, woah

It's too easy, shit, the contract
Shit too greazy
I had some niggas 'round me, too greedy
And the last bitch was too needy
Pick up the phone, hello, who need me?
Next day I'm gone, had to leave that bitch
DC Houdini
Feelin' stuck, like I'm all hurts forever
(Go) even time couldn't fix all the
Things you said to me (Let's go)
When I'm gone, I miss being together (yeah)
Fuck it I'm goin' back
You never fail to go embarrass me
Hey, yeah, like you remember me? yeah
I shoot dirty
(Fuck) , my chopstick too dirty, yeah, yeah
Gotta clean my hands off, I done
Got blood on my jersey, yeah

(Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, go)
(Da da da da da, dat be Maaly Raw)
(Donny, go, go, go, go)

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