Testo UMBRELLA - DC The Don
Testo della canzone UMBRELLA (DC The Don), tratta dall'album SACRED HEART (+)
She said, "don, I wanna live this life forever"
Ride around town, big Draco, my umbrella
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby, just keep that shit on the low
Ain't no cameras in the crib
Unless a nigga mix the marni with the rick
She like how I put that shit on, woah, woah, woah
I'm the shit now, woah, woah, woah
No, I'm not try'na be rude, baby
But these bitches, they coming in two, baby
I want a part of me, like woah, woah, woah
Check the call like woah, woah, woah
Now I'm getting hella love like, woah
Mass drugs every weekend, rich nigga lifestyle, woah
I have some dеmons, don't let them shits fuck with you
I'm like tеll me something I ain't know
Basically I got a chrome heart so I put that shit on my clothes
Out of town life, woah, tell me if you gon' go
I ain't know that you used to, I can boss your life up, woah
Tell me something I ain't used to
Show me something I ain't never shown
She need CPR, it's hard to breathe
Got me catching my breath, she got me like, woah, woah
Body Bentley, woah, cash, flip it, woah
Nobu, poppin' doors, take my shit to go, go
Niggas talking out of touch, TMZ
Ride around with a Drac', PND
I just rolled up with an 8, DDD
Sound like that bitch got a stutter, DDD
Notice how a nigga rock, Tommy Lee
Now my shit look like a rock, PNB
Had to reach out to all of my niggas
Get a bag, watch me double up, flip it up
Bitch, and I feel like a don, my nigga
These Jeremy Scott wings got me flying, lil' nigga
That's your ho, why she follow a nigga?
That's your bitch, why she follow my niggas?
Brand new Trackhawk, speed racin'
Brand new marni shoes, no laces
Girl, tattoo my government name
It's a whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, rubber band
Bitch, I'm the rubber band man
I know you want me, you acting bipolar again
Uh, ayy, stop mo'fuckin' lying, I know you ain't sober again
Sober, sober, sober, sober
But fuck it, she said
"Don, I wanna live this life forever" (over, over, over)
Ride around town, big Draco, my umbrella (my umbrella-brella)
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby
Just keep that shit on the low (on the low)
I've been out like, hell yeah, hell yeah, these Rick Owen flip flops
Baby, like, "that's rage kid"
Hell, yeah, yeah, got this shit on gridlock (woah)
Why these bitches never act right (woah)
All she wanted was that Act' right (woah)
In Colorado Springs that night, it's okay, on God
She said, "don, I wanna live this life forever" (yeah, yeah, on God)
Round around town, big Draco, my umbrella (my umbrella-brella)
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby
Just keep that shit on the low (on the low)
Ain't no cameras in the crib
Unless a nigga mix the marni with the rick
She like how I put that shit on, woah, woah, woah
I'm the shit now, woah, woah, woah
Sacred heart
Credits
Writer(s): Daijon Davis, Salah Nizami, Harry Colloly, Rhodri Ellis
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