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Working On Dyin - DC The Don
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Working On Dyin DC The Don

Working On Dyin - DC The Don
[Intro]
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?"

[Chorus]
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 likе 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 prеssure)
Your bitch singin' all of my songs and they not out
When you lame, you gon' keep suckin' dick for a shoutout (Woah)

[Verse 1]
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')
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