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DC The Don – WHAT NOW? Lyrics

WHAT NOW? Lyrics – DC The Don

(Let’s go, Mario)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Yeah

Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I’ve seen enough now
They say they need me to f*** up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I’m out (Yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I’m hot now
See, I told them b****es, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now (Brr, yeah)

Ain’t enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I’m anti as f***, I don’t think that I need it right now
There’s no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherf***in’ brothers, whenever it’s down, smack down (Yeah)

Saturday night, I’m goin’ raw as a motherf***in’ hoe
I just Chris Pauled on my motherf***in’ ball
She a redbone, I’m a dog I suppose
Saturday night, I just swerved out of the lot, my young n****s with me, they saying it’s goal
I done bossed all of them up, they ain’t ask me for s***, that’s just gang so you know how it goes (Yeah)
And I’m up in this b****, I been counting my paper
That Vivienne Westwood Supreme alligator
I’m not a home wrecker, I’m f***ed, see you later
My b**** p**** wetter, please get it together
That GG all over my motherf***ing sweater
I pip regardless, I don’t move with the weather
That GG Allen rock the stage I would never
In California in a brand new endeavor
Your b**** love Donny, she just made me her header
She said you GOATed, I told her she was clever
This s*** not VLone, it’s a cross on my sweater
That’s ØUTLAW Rickies, I just mix ’em together
Check my sound, this s*** a number one seller
b****, you know I know she just want all my cheddar
That’s why I’m sleeping with a brand new Beretta
That chopper turn you to a boy in a stretcher
Proceed with caution, we be smoking on pressure
I like Biscotti but your partner hit better
Boy, your ass not a man, we gon’ make him three letters
Stack up my loot, b****, I love all my treasure
She a fan of my s***, we gon’ f*** if I let her
Smash on the gas, it’s a whole nother level
Free my dawgs out the motherf***ing box, I ain’t letting up

Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war and I think that I’ve seen enough now
They say they need me to f*** up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I’m out (Yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I’m hot now
See, I told them b****es, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now

Sicilian shores, tryna keep the ground underneath my feet up
I’ma spend my last before the world get over me
I got my heart on my sleeve and this Cuban link choker, it’s so hard to breathe
Now the VVVs talking, please don’t talk to me
I been traveling three months and keep falling on me
See I been tryna stack with my n****s
Roll up and get high and back back with my n****s
Pull off in a new Cadillac on these n****s
See my uncle, he used to sell crack to these n****s
d**** out, I can’t even go down with these n****s
[?] there’s no cap on a n****
Strapped up in this b****, Mad Max on these n****s
You can’t f*** with my b****, so relax on my n****
Hop out a Jag, who is that little n****?
b****, it’s me little Daij with them racks on me n**** (Lets go)
b**** we up two hella casualties, n****
In the pen with the gang, skrrt off, see you later
He just running his mouth he’s a real good debater
We still good on this side, we ain’t f***ing with traitors
Gang, gang, gang

Like what now?
I be outside when my house be at war, and I think that I’ve seen enough now
They say they need me to f*** up Milwaukee, come home, do a show, then I’m out (Yeah)
I gotta watch how I move through my city, four-hundred degrees, I’m hot now
See, I told them b****es, that new Murciélago can only fit two, so not now (Brr, yeah)

Ain’t enough space for your over-bloated big ego, I mean it, pipe down
And I know she want love, but I’m anti as f***, I don’t think that I need it right now
There’s no room for each other, Michi had a mother, and still he was gone and shot down
But I still go OD for my motherf***in’ brothers, whenever it’s down, smack down

Rock star
Rock star
Go, go, go