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Paroles de la chanson Working On Dyin par DC The Don
Told that bitch, "I'm a god, ain't no killing me"
Like Serena, them rackies ain't new to me
They scream, "Donny," a lot, they like, "Who is he?" (Bitch)
They like, "Who making cash, nigga, you or me?"
If you try to come 'round on that lil' bitty lame shit, you getting your brain split
You working on dying, lil' bitch, I ain't talking 'bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin', lil' bitch, I get higher than Buddha man
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I'm ambidextrous, I got two hands
White ho, she stay on my dick, Lindsay Lohan
White ho, she go up, but I'm from the low end
Like Kobe
Like Serena, them rackies ain't new to me
They scream, "Donny," a lot, they like, "Who is he?" (Bitch)
They like, "Who making cash, nigga, you or me?"
If you try to come 'round on that lil' bitty lame shit, you getting your brain split
You working on dying, lil' bitch, I ain't talking 'bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin', lil' bitch, I get higher than Buddha man
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I'm ambidextrous, I got two hands
White ho, she stay on my dick, Lindsay Lohan
White ho, she go up, but I'm from the low end
Like Kobe
It's a 24 karat diamond, bitch, I'm frozen
You working on dying, lil' bitch, I ain't talking 'bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin', lil' bitch, I get higher than Buddha man (That's pressure)
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I'm ambidextrous, I got both hands (That's pressure)
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, pop out
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (That's pressure)
Your bitch singin' all of my songs and they not out
When you lame, you gon' keep suckin' dick for a shoutout (Woah)
Pull up, uh, swerve
Uh, 23 Glock, it's cursed
You working on dying, lil' bitch, I ain't talking 'bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin', lil' bitch, I get higher than Buddha man (That's pressure)
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I'm ambidextrous, I got both hands (That's pressure)
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, pop out
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (That's pressure)
Your bitch singin' all of my songs and they not out
When you lame, you gon' keep suckin' dick for a shoutout (Woah)
Pull up, uh, swerve
Uh, 23 Glock, it's cursed
Uh, slide in the SUV, I'm too up, now that bitch tryna fuck, it's curtains
I got major artillery, major artillery, bitch, I'm outside, ten blickies (Yeah)
Out of town with ten bitches (Woah)
Racks in my jeans, they fitted, ayy
No flash, ho on camera, ayy
Bitch, head start, no Pamper, ayy
Suicide with this damage, ayy
How you pulled up, no blammer? Ayy
Niggas touch down, it get wicked, ayy
Racks in my jeans, they fitted, ayy
That boy chain got SI in it, ayy
Forgiato my wheels, keep spinnin', ayy (Spinnin')
Told that bitch, "I'm a god, ain't no killing me" (Yeah)
I got major artillery, major artillery, they scream, "Donny," a lot, they like, "Who is he?" (Bitch)
I got major artillery, major artillery, bitch, I'm outside, ten blickies (Yeah)
Out of town with ten bitches (Woah)
Racks in my jeans, they fitted, ayy
No flash, ho on camera, ayy
Bitch, head start, no Pamper, ayy
Suicide with this damage, ayy
How you pulled up, no blammer? Ayy
Niggas touch down, it get wicked, ayy
Racks in my jeans, they fitted, ayy
That boy chain got SI in it, ayy
Forgiato my wheels, keep spinnin', ayy (Spinnin')
Told that bitch, "I'm a god, ain't no killing me" (Yeah)
I got major artillery, major artillery, they scream, "Donny," a lot, they like, "Who is he?" (Bitch)
I go up, it get wicked
I pull up with some niggas
Do the math, we got sixty, bitch
Bro think he bulletproof, he need a straight coat
He think he sippin' on Wock', that's Karo
They keep takin' pictures, they keep takin' pictures
So that Balenciaga stay on me, bitch
Bro think he bulletproof, he need a straight coat
He think he sippin' on Wock', that's Karo (Go)
If you try to come 'round on that lil' bitty lame shit, you getting your brain split (Go, go)
You working on dying, lil' bitch, I ain't talking 'bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin', lil' bitch, I get higher than Buddha man
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man (Woah, woah)
I pull up with some niggas
Do the math, we got sixty, bitch
Bro think he bulletproof, he need a straight coat
He think he sippin' on Wock', that's Karo
They keep takin' pictures, they keep takin' pictures
So that Balenciaga stay on me, bitch
Bro think he bulletproof, he need a straight coat
He think he sippin' on Wock', that's Karo (Go)
If you try to come 'round on that lil' bitty lame shit, you getting your brain split (Go, go)
You working on dying, lil' bitch, I ain't talking 'bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin', lil' bitch, I get higher than Buddha man
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man (Woah, woah)
Shoot like I'm ambidextrous, I got two hands (Skrrt, skrrt)
White ho, she stay on my dick, Lindsay Lohan
White ho, she go up, but I'm from the low end (That's pressure)
Like Kobe
It's a 24 karat diamond bust down Rollie
You working on dying, lil' bitch, I ain't talking 'bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin', lil' bitch, I get higher than Buddha man (That's pressure)
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I'm ambidextrous, I got both hands (That's pressure)
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, pop out
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (That's pressure)
Your bitch singin' all of my songs and they not out
White ho, she stay on my dick, Lindsay Lohan
White ho, she go up, but I'm from the low end (That's pressure)
Like Kobe
It's a 24 karat diamond bust down Rollie
You working on dying, lil' bitch, I ain't talking 'bout OOGIEMANE
Flyin', lil' bitch, I get higher than Buddha man (That's pressure)
Diamonds on rocks like they look at Medusa, man
Shoot like I'm ambidextrous, I got both hands (That's pressure)
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, pop out
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (That's pressure)
Your bitch singin' all of my songs and they not out
When you lame, you gon' keep suckin' dick for a shoutout (Woah)
Pull up, uh
Pull up, uh
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