DC The Don, Munch Lauren - Too Short lyrics

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

[DC The Don, Munch Lauren - Too Short lyrics]

You like Krabby Patties, don't you Squidward?
Plug ray Charles

She from New York
But I beg on her like she a Newsport
And I smoke that bitch like she a Newport
That's my favorite word I feel like Too $hort
She from New York
But I beg on her like she a Newsport
And I smoke that bitch like she a Newport
That's my favorite word I feel like Too $hort

I been ballin' since high school
Like I was Diamond Stone
So I'ma fuck her with my diamonds on
I bought her mom a whip but
Really we don't get along
Your favorite rapper can't keep up
He need a business loan
My favorite bitch don't need no ninе-to-five
Just keep that pussy wet
I promise I'm gon' handlе mine
I came in with my starting five
In the strip club throwing ass
Like we was throwing fives
This the player section
If you ain't getting money
This the wrong direction
I'm plugged in with his daughter
So I'm well connected
This mob life that I'm living
Got me well respected
I'm beating out her back
So it's gon' be a second
Making sound effects like I
Was playing Tekken
She said she came from New York
And her nigga just too broke
His money too short

She from New York
But I beg on her like she a Newsport
And I smoke that bitch like she a Newport
That's my favorite word I feel like Too $hort
She from New York
But I beg on her like she a Newsport
And I smoke that bitch like she a Newport
That's my favorite word I feel like Too $hort

Hold up, I'ma spend rack in a day
Got a lil bad bitch from the A
She a bop but she do what I say
If I call it, I swear that I
Make it a milli, you opp
'cause you hang with the snakes
I'ma get you this bitch, put
A check on my lips
Then I put in my shooters to play
Culture, gray pop
Nigga stop it, you ain't callin' shots
You be flexin' all up on the gram
Putting up sets that you ain't even drop
Yeah, what, count the count
I'll make it cake
I'ma thunderstorm up in this bitch
I'm hurricane, I'm savage, i'ma make it rain
Whippin' shit up
Feel like Spongebob with them Krabby Patties
Bad bitch on my lap and caddy
She someone brother, but got a lil fatty
Ooh, they say "Daij, whats up on your face?"
This is Cartier, they see the
Cord, they cost 2k, aye
Yeah, Munch, DC, we the best
Catch him talking out of line
Throw 'em in the trunk for
Where we put the rest
For the rest, for the rest
Nigga fuck respect, I need a check
I'm a man of word 'bout my pockets
If we being honest nigga fuck the nest
Fell asleep, yeah, in my Burberry
Bitch I treat that shit like it was 2: 30
Huh, yeah, woah, woke up with some slob on it
Feel like choppa with the guap
But call me Mike Phelps
For the way a nigga dive in it
I'ma drown, I could've died in it
Congratulations, high five in it
I'ma beat it down, I'm still alive in it
Gucci sandals too fly with it
Yeah, Frankenstein, I murder that pussy
Bring it back to life
Still murder that pussy
See the kid in person I'ma
Treat you real pushy, yeah

She from New York
But I beg on her like she a Newsport
And I smoke that bitch like she a Newport
That's my favorite word I feel like Too $hort
She from New York
But I beg on her like she a Newsport
And I smoke that bitch like she a Newport
That's my favorite word I feel like Too $hort

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