TBH YuR CooL RaTe 8 DC The Don
"TBH YuR CooL RaTe 8" by DC The Don, released in 2021, is a hip-hop track that blends catchy hooks with playful lyrics. The song explores themes of self-confidence, youth culture, and the ups and downs of relationships. Its unique sound features vibrant beats and energetic delivery, resonating with Gen Z listeners. #HipHop
[Intro]
Trademark!
Ayy, this is a Trademark produc-
[Chorus]
Give me your word and bring that shit in a hurry
You having doubts, you said you would never hurt me
Put my phone right on mute, I told her do not disturb me
I’m off a perky
'Cause i don’t wanna feel when I’m with you (I don't wanna feel)
Girl, for Jesus Christ, what’s the issue?
Told that girl, "If you gon' fucking cry, grab a tissue"
To be honest, I fuck with her vibes, she’s official
I’d be lying if I said on god I don’t miss you
[Verse 1]
I’d be lying if I said on god I don’t miss you
Swear it’s strange how you open your eyes when I kiss you
I hate that, you know I miss the vibes that I give you (Uh, uh)
Won’t none of these niggas eat icicles with you (Uh, uh)
Pull up with that fye, what’s the issue?
Yeah, I keep a .30 and a .9, issa missile (Uh, uh)
Baby, she gon' bust it like a pistol
She a ref, she got stripes, she gon' blow me like a whistle
On her knees like she holy, bumping OF Oldies
Stacking too much green my pockets stuffed with guacamole
I just got a rollie, DC bought a rollie
Remember we was sixteen rolling dolo in a stoley
I hate when you fuck with me, don’t act like you don’t know me
You see me now on TV baby, I ain’t like the old me
Yeah, i’m not the old me, at least that’s what they told me
Well if it’s me, it’s only me, got no one left to hold me
Trademark!
Ayy, this is a Trademark produc-
[Chorus]
Give me your word and bring that shit in a hurry
You having doubts, you said you would never hurt me
Put my phone right on mute, I told her do not disturb me
I’m off a perky
'Cause i don’t wanna feel when I’m with you (I don't wanna feel)
Girl, for Jesus Christ, what’s the issue?
Told that girl, "If you gon' fucking cry, grab a tissue"
To be honest, I fuck with her vibes, she’s official
I’d be lying if I said on god I don’t miss you
[Verse 1]
I’d be lying if I said on god I don’t miss you
Swear it’s strange how you open your eyes when I kiss you
I hate that, you know I miss the vibes that I give you (Uh, uh)
Won’t none of these niggas eat icicles with you (Uh, uh)
Pull up with that fye, what’s the issue?
Yeah, I keep a .30 and a .9, issa missile (Uh, uh)
Baby, she gon' bust it like a pistol
She a ref, she got stripes, she gon' blow me like a whistle
On her knees like she holy, bumping OF Oldies
Stacking too much green my pockets stuffed with guacamole
I just got a rollie, DC bought a rollie
Remember we was sixteen rolling dolo in a stoley
I hate when you fuck with me, don’t act like you don’t know me
You see me now on TV baby, I ain’t like the old me
Yeah, i’m not the old me, at least that’s what they told me
Well if it’s me, it’s only me, got no one left to hold me
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