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switch - dc the don lyrics

[intro]
yeah
ayo, jug (woah, yeah)
woah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
n*ggas not ownin’ they sh*t, i’m a stand on my word, i don’t owe me no b*tch
he gon’ beat ’bout his hoe, he controllin’ as sh*t
she rejoicin’, lil’ boy, she keep holdin’ my d*ck
yeah, they holdin’ my d*ck
she like chanel and prada, black shoes with the ricks
that lil’ donny don’t facetime, one call and i dip
hit that hoe after church, i catch you on the flip (yeah)

[post*chorus]
yeah, watch all these ho’s get to choosin’ whenever we step in the vip, yeah
watch all the hoes get behind me, you cannot get up in the fl!ck, yeah
and i watch all them blue hunnids fall, baby, i’m new money rich, yeah
had to take off my shirt in the mosh pit, it’s gettin’ hot as a b*tch (ha*ha, woah)

[verse 1]
it’s gettin’ hot as a b*tch
i be hardly at the crib fo’ showski, i might as well stay at the ritz
the cash that i lost [?] f*cked around and bought you a crib (yeah)
i put some vv diamonds in my mouth so they cannot make fun of my lisp
so many cars, you gotta pick
how i ball with lavar and i’m still gettin’ picked?
tryna buy me some groceries, they askin’ for pics
tell the paparazzi, “get the f*ck off my d*ck”
f*ck tmz, you n*ggas be snitchin’
yeah, he got a lil’ guap but i’m rich, it’s a difference
run it up, i doubled up all my listens
yeah, run it up, i had to cut off my mistress (yeah)
run it up, run it up, run it up
he runnin’ up, i sent him to his missis
i just ran it up, please stay the f*ck out my business
if i run up some more i’m a die from a ditch
mama told my to pick up the phone, yeah, they proud of ya
out in hawaii i’m somewhere in maui, yeah
i been rockstar livin’ from the hood i’m in cali, yeah
got a glock in my lap, and i’m rockin’ metallica
[chorus]
n*ggas not ownin’ they sh*t, i’m a stand on my word, i don’t owe me no b*tch
he gon’ beat ’bout his hoe, he controllin’ as sh*t
she rejoicin’, lil’ boy, she keep holdin’ my d*ck
yeah, they holdin’ my d*ck
she like chanel and prada, black shoes with the ricks
that lil’ donny don’t facetime, one call and i dip
hit that hoe after church, i catch you on the flip (bow)

[verse 2]
hold on the shrooms just kicked in, we at your door like the rent men
you better come out that mo’f*cka now before we kick in
play with the gang go missin’
keep it a stack, i don’t vibe with you, woah
she wishy and washy, what side is you on?
better watch how you move, i don’t play with these folks, yeah
n*ggas get toast, yeah, fried as a b*tch, yeah, you roasted
it’s five star meal, let’s toast, yeah
how the f*ck did you let in some øutlaws all up in this b*tch? and you not finna poke, yeah
we them up boys leadin’, let’s go, yeah
so when we walk in that b*tch ’bout to turn up some mo’, ’bout to turn up some mo’
[chorus]
n*ggas not ownin’ they sh*t, i’m a stand on my word, i don’t owe me no b*tch
he gon’ beat ’bout his hoe, he controllin’ as sh*t
she rejoicin’, lil’ boy, she keep holdin’ my d*ck
yeah, they holdin’ my d*ck
she like chanel and prada, black shoes with the ricks
that lil’ donny don’t facetime, one call and i dip
hit that hoe after church, i catch you on the flip (yeah)

[outro]
yeah, yeah

- dc the don lyrics

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