DC The Don - WORST DAY :( lyrics

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

[DC The Don - WORST DAY : lyrics]

Theo Zim
Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way
Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday
This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say (yeah)
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley
Not in second, in third, only first place
Don't be trippin', bitch, I had the worst day
(A-A-Astro got it running)
Baby, only call me if it's urgent, yeah

Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way
Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday
This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley
I'm one hundred percent, fuck a survey (yeah)
I might pop out and see you on Thursday
(yeah)
Why you wait a whole week in the first place?
(Ooh, oh) come and get your lil' bitch
'cause she irk me (yeah, yeah)
She look good but this bitch way too thirsty
I can't hydrate no lil' bitty birdie
(Ooh, oh)
I can't even go out, I'm sober (yeah)
Pray you know that I sleep with a 30 (yeah)
If them niggas pop out, just alert me
(yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Pop out on a bitch goin' like James Worthy
Forty-two on my back 'cause
My side bitch dirty
She been going through a lot 'cause
A bitch can't hurt me ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah)
I feel so damn alive
This bitch don't deserve me
If it's not 'bout a check
Then this shit don't concern me (What?)
I ain't sayin' it twice, you heard me
(What, what?) too many fake niggas 'round me
Not in LA right now, I'm in Downey (yeah)
Got a white bitch staring at ground beef
Girl, I'm still the richest nigga
Up in your county
Ayy, 414 shit, we so up now (What?)
Jungle boys shit
I don't know who to trust now (yeah)
He the loudest on the 'Gram, when I see him
He a mush mouth (Shh)
Ayy, Plain Jane shit
You can get your ass bust down (yeah)
Ayy, Trinidad, I be hitting my dougie
Ayy, skip the class, I do not wanna study
(yeah)
Ain't no new friends, we can't be buddy-buddy
(yeah) i can't beef 'bout no bitch
I don't do lovey dovey (No)
I'm a whole blue strip
She cannot try to dub me (yeah)
I'm a star player
She cannot try to go sub me (yeah)
And it's not fair, nigga
Do not try to touch me
I'm swift with the stick and
You niggas is dusty
Ooh, what's your name? (yeah)
Fuck it, I'm naming you Downy
Go 'head do your thing, yeah
Cool as a ho but I'm
Really surrounded by flames (Cool as a ho)
Really is a cold, cold world but somehow I'm
Still winning the game (Ooh, woah oh)

And she always hurt in the worst way
Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday
(yeah)
This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say (yeah)
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley
(yeah)
I'm one hundred percent, fuck a survey (yeah)
I might pop out and see you on Thursday
(yeah)
Why you wait a whole week in the first place?
(Ooh oh) come and get your lil' bitch
'cause she irk me (Gang, gang)
She look good but this bitch way too thirsty
(What?) i can't hydrate no lil' bitty birdie
(What?, ooh oh)
I can't even go out, I'm sober (yeah)
Pray you know that I sleep with a 30 (yeah)
If them niggas pop, out just alert me
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

I can only spit facts 'cause
This shit too wrong (yeah)
Yeah, narcissistic, I know that I'm on
And my bitch, she was bad
She was bad to the bone (yeah)
But her soul was so rotten, I left her alone
Had to throw it out
Hit from the back, snatch her back
Had to blow it out
Shaking my dreads while I hit
Had to grow it out
DC the Don in this bitch, I been rollin' loud
Ain't gon' talk to that ho, I been zonin' out
(yeah, yeah)
No kizzy, my boys in this bitch
We gon' fuck up your city
Ain't no shortage for ammo
You know we got plenty
My bitch got a Birkin, it's holding a semi
Had to "skrrt" through your block
Introduce 'em to Whitney
Got a straight face in here
While I'm clutching the glizzy
Oh, they say they don't like me, oh really
Oh really? If you really don't like it
Then nigga come kill me
Said if it's really that bad, then nigga
Pop out and come peel me
I'm still seven for seven
I'm doing no filmin'
I'ma see you Monday if I make it to Philly
Had to put Moncler on my back
It's so motherfuckin' chilly
I just walked in the house
Mama whippin' some chili
All this fussin' and G
I been hitting my wheelie
I ain't fucking with niggas, it's up
I been chillin' (yeah, yeah)
Tryna really take off
Take the roof off the motherfuckin' building
I Destructo my disc, I'ma do 'em like Krillin
Use my Piccolo powers but I'm not a villain
(Grra) i'm still numb as a bitch
I've been losin' my feelings
Smoking Zaza, I ain't here for them pills man
(yeah)
Got a white bitch in here snorting Dylan
(yeah) tryna hit from the back and
Go dumb if she willin'

Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way
Why you trippin'? It's almost my birthday
This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I play for Berkeley
I'm one hundred percent, fuck a survey (yeah)
I might pop out and see you on Thursday
(yeah)
Why you wait a whole week in the first place?
(Ooh oh) come and get your lil' bitch
'cause she irk me (yeah, yeah)
She look good but this bitch way too thirsty
I can't hydrate no lil' bitty birdie
(Ooh oh, Skrrt)
I can't even go out I'm sober (yeah)
Pray you know that I sleep with a 30 (yeah)
If them niggas pop out, just alert me
(yeah, yeah)

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