DC The Don - TILLY ADLIBS lyrics
DC The Don [Daijon Cotty Davis] Milwaukee, Wisconsin, U.S. 🇺🇸
The comments section under the release announcement on various platforms served as a virtual celebration space. Expressions of joy and surprise flooded in, encapsulating the diverse emotions experienced by listeners. From exclamations of "TOP OF THE MORNING" to assertions that this might be DC's "hardest song," the initial reactions hinted at a musical masterpiece in the making. What sets TILLY ADLIBS apart is its transformative effect on listeners, as evidenced by heartfelt testimonials. Some shared personal stories of struggle, claiming that before encountering the song, they were adrift and purposeless. Astonishingly, after absorbing the musical journey presented by DC, lives were altered for the better – from starting businesses to overcoming homelessness. This goes beyond the realm of music; it's a testament to the power of art to inspire and guide. Among the myriad of comments, there were nods to DC's adlibs and comparisons to industry giants. Some asserted that he is the "Travis Scott" and lamented the absence of his songs on major streaming platforms. DC's influence extends beyond just music; it becomes a force for positive change in the lives of his listeners. Accounts of abandoning destructive habits, mending relationships, and finding purpose after listening to TILLY ADLIBS underline the therapeutic nature of music. The personal testimonies reveal that DC, consciously or not, is contributing to the well-being of his audience.
[DC The Don - TILLY ADLIBS lyrics]
(Top of the mornin', I’m smokin' on pressure)
I just brought a lil' bitch, and
That bitch from my hood, uh
(yeah) I might leave that lil' bitch
And just go find a better, yeah
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure
(Pressure, skrt, skrt)
Pullin' up straight in the
SUV, big body Benz
How I leave in a stretcher?
(Stretcher, skrt, skrt)
My little bitch just pulled up with some more
Adderall pills, bitch I need me some extras
Ayy (Skrt, skrt)
Feel like a mo'f##kin' God in this bitch
I'm so gutter my bitch from the ghetto
(Skrt, skrt)
I try to be mindin' my business
I know that's
Your hoe, but I still get her wetter, huh
I'll be wrong if I just tell
Your hoe that I'm down
And I move for the better
I just buy her some clothes
And she hold my beretta
This shit is all facts
It's concrete if I said it
My bitch from the 'burb
But she hold my beretta
She juggin' you n#ggas for real
And I let her
I just keep that mo'f##ker
Straight in my pockets
I pull this bitch out, it look like a rocket
My bitch look like Sandra
No Bullock I'm poppin'
He talkin' shit, yeah
That boy need to stop it
My whip is matte black I'm
A ride with some options, yeah
Wide as f##k, nowhere to park it
This Lamborghini, I'm late for the meetin'
My ting finna leave
So I'm high and I'm speedin' now
Pullin' up YSL right on my beanie, yeah
Eatin' five star fettuccine, linguine
I'm pullin' up 200 racks for the evenin'
And I only spend five when
I walk 'round in Neiman's
I told that bitch shut the f##k up
Eat my semen
Don't know what I said when I'm
Drunk, I ain't mean it, no, I ain't mean it
I just be trippin' on Adderall
Put your lil' bitch in bikini
I left her fienin', I left her fienin'
High as f##k, I'm so high, hi
Nice to meet me
I'm smokin' on gas, and just ash in the Urus
We rent SUVs, we don't rent Lamborghinis
When I'm pullin' out five, I don't flex
I just spend it
Look what the kid gotta do for his image
#, that's like nothin' to me, if I
Throw that shit up I'll be fine
I'll be splendid
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure
(Pressure, Skrt, skrt)
Pullin' up straight in the
SUV, big body Benz
How I leave in a stretcher?
(Stretcher, skrt, skrt)
My little bitch just pulled up with some more
Adderall pills, bitch I need me some extras
Ayy (Skrt, skrt)
Feel like a mo'f##kin' God in this bitch
I'm so gutter my bitch from the ghetto
(Skrt, skrt)
I try to be mindin' my business
I know that's
Your hoe, but I still get her wetter, huh
I'll be wrong if I just tell
Your hoe that I'm down
And I move for the better
I just buy her some clothes
And she hold my beretta
This shit is all facts
It's concrete if I said it
My bitch from the 'burb
But she hold my beretta
She juggin' you n#ggas for real
And I let her