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backstage - dc the don lyrics

[intro]
h*llo?
hey, i’m recording right now, lemme text you, i’ll call you in a little bit, alright?
alright i’ma text you

[chorus]
how you movin’?
backstage at the show, with some mad freaks (yeah)
on the road, please don’t call my phone, you know how i be (yeah)
mm, it’s on, buy another fit, switch my whole persona (yeah)
feel like toosie, when i’m on the stage, i sing her favorite song
other girl, she be out the way but she look like rihanna
bought some prada, she back at the crib, she whippin’ enchiladas (yeah)
what’s the problem?
i gave you the world, she can’t give me nada
what you mean?
i can’t do a thing you won’t do for me (yeah)

[verse]
obviously, i ran up a check they say they proud of me
in new york, just straight off the plane, do a shopping spree
i’m in london, just ran up some money feel like central cee
she like “where your swag boy, where your swag?”
out the galaxy
she like “where your swag boy, where your swag?”
“where your swag boy, where your swag?”
i’m out the galaxy
they already know, you ain’t gotta stare, you can take a fl!ck
turn the flash on, them diamonds movin’ like sha’carri on me
don’t feel sorry for me, pressure, it be hardly on me
would you rather cry inside a bus or a ferrari on me? (skrt, skrt)
don’t feel sorry for me, pressure, it be hardly on me
gucci tiger print all on my bag like a safari on me
i just hope they light the whole city up when i’m performin’
you can keep the fake sh*t ’cause i don’t want it
in my face like he want sh*t for free
i can’t do sh*t for that boy if he ain’t doin’ sh*t for me
’cause i’m sorry, i just doubled up my racks up by the mornin’ (yeah)
out the way, on my own so i just do this sh*t for free (yeah)
look, i’m sorry i just doubled up my racks up by the mornin’
i don’t know, waking up and i just see another fee
and i’m sorry, i’m so sorry
i’m sorry i just doubled up my racks up by the mornin’
[chorus]
how you movin’?
backstage at the show, with some mad freaks
on the road, please don’t call my phone, you know how i be
mm, it’s on, buy another fit, switch my whole persona
feel like toosie, when i’m on the stage, i sing her favorite song (yeah)
other girl, she be out the way but she look like rihanna (yeah)
bought some prada, she back at the crib, she whippin’ enchiladas
what’s the problem?
i gave you the world, she can’t give me nada
what you mean?
i can’t do a thing you won’t do for me

[outro]
doubled up my racks up by the mornin’
sorry, i just doubled up my racks up by the mornin’
doubled up my racks up by the mornin’
sorry, i just doubled up my racks up by the mornin’
doubled up my racks up by the mornin’

- dc the don lyrics

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