Testo 1ST OFF - DC The Don
Testo della canzone 1ST OFF (DC The Don), tratta dall'album SACRED HEART 2 (+)
(Let's go, Mario)
Okay, first off, bitch, I'm off that drank
So I can't even panic (Woo)
First off, I'm high as fuck on Venus, on a different planet (Woo)
First off, I'm rockin' all black, this ho think I'm satanic
First off, first off, first off, first off
Fifty racks outside of Neiman's, niggas tryna skrrt off, ayy
Bitch, you run your fuckin' mouth, go 'head, take your skirt off
These bitches stop breathin', I ain't have to take my shirt off
Okay, first off, I don't like them niggas, they don't like me neither
First off, I be with them demons, I'm a fuckin' creature
First off, boy, if that's your ho, why she in the Sprinter?
Okay, first off, okay, I'm reloaded, Ricky on me, denim
Like, what the fuck you smokin'?
I don't know that fuckin' boy, why he out here posin'?
Why your bitch all on the 'Gram, keep givin' mе promotions?
I don't want your fuckin' broad, I be out here ghostin'
Ghostin', ghostin', I bе out here ghostin', ayy
Turn a five into a ten, bitch, I'm havin' motion, ayy
When I'm in your city, this shit go up, you on some slow shit
And bitch, I'm with the Taliban for real, we tryna blow shit
Blow shit (What?), blow shit (What?)
Blow shit (What?), blow shit (What?)
Okay, first off, bitch, I'm off that drank
So I can't even panic
First off, I'm high as fuck on Venus, on a different planet
First off, I'm rockin' all black, this ho think I'm satanic
First off, first off, first off, first off
Fifty racks outside of Neiman's, niggas tryna skrrt off
Bitch, you run your fuckin' mouth, go 'head, take your skirt off
These bitches stop breathin' (Yuh), I ain't have to take my shirt off
Okay, semi-auto, perfect for the fit, I rock Balenciaga
She like Prada, fuck her for the dollar, she ain't gettin' nada
In L.A., all these faces blue, I fucked yo' thotiana
Ayy, fucked her twice, I had to double up, this ho look like Rihanna
Is you serious? New bitch that I'm with, she like the new Madonna
New material, she be in the streets, so I can't get behind her
Anyways, I'm here for the week, so it don't fuckin' matter
Ayy, scorin' like Carmelo on the Knicks, I had to fuckin' grab her
(Woo)
Okay, first off, bitch, I'm off that drank, so I can't even panic
First off, I'm high as fuck on Venus, on a different planet
First off, I'm rockin' all black (What?), this ho think I'm satanic
First off, first off, first off, first off
Fifty racks outside of Neiman's (Yeah), niggas tryna skrrt off, ayy
Bitch, you run your fuckin' mouth, go 'head, take your skirt off
These bitches stop breathin' (Go)
I ain't have to take my shirt off (What? What? Woo)
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Writer(s): Jonathan Demario Priester, Daijon Davis, Hunter Brown
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