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kill the dj — Lyrics

Artist: DC The Don

Album: the rumors are true (EP)


Maybe I should try to lock in instead of hitting you up This three five ain't doing nothing for me Only fucking up my lungs shawty Maybe I should try to trust less it's been fucking me up Yeah, entertain it for the meantime Take it slow I need to rewind I know you want to be the one for me like, wassup? Tell me everything I want to hear like, wassup? Wassup, wassup? Shawty tryna back me up Tryna pack me up Tryna pack me up, yeah Are you rolling with me? Eyes low shawty smoking with me Caught a summer tan flying out the city You ain't gotta say it, but I know you miss me She need money I'm countin' plenty Shawty bad she just put on Hello Kitty I don't like the fit But girl you hella pretty Where you from shawty? Are you in the city? How come every girl in LA busy? She want love and a Lamb truck I can't even lie you moving fishy Fell in love twice, both was risky The problem is I know the feelings gone Probably shouldn't na put it in a song Maybe I do better all alone Maybe I should try to lock in instead of hitting you up This three five ain't doing nothing for me Only fucking up my lungs shawty Maybe I should try to trust less it's been fucking me up Yeah, entertain it for the meantime Take it slow I need to rewind I know you want to be the one for me like, wassup? Tell me everything I want to hear like, wassup? Wassup, wassup? Yeah, shawty tryna back me up Tryna pack me up Tryna pack me up, yeah I told her bend it over Contemplating don't got time for it Girl, I lose my patience 'cause I'm never sober She like, "Baby, boy you changed" Nah shawty, I'm just getting older Really, I'm just still the same me But who this new you? I hardly know her Now I'm spinning in the fast lane Headlights keep on glowing on her In that Marni sweater with the Red Octobers In Milan sweatin' I've been moving bogus Backstage with a white lotus Backstage with a white lotus Back then you was mine only Send the addy to you You can slide on me You can slide on me You can slide on me Maybe I should try to lock in instead of hitting you up This free time ain't doing nothing for me Look at all this shit it done to me Maybe I should try to trust less it's been fucking me up I tried to give this hoe the dream but It ain't always what it seems Maybe I should try to lock in instead of hitting you up This three five ain't doing nothing for me Only fucking up my lungs shawty Maybe I should try to trust less it's been fucking me up Yeah, entertain it for the meantime Take it slow I need to rewind I know you want to be the one for me like, wassup? Tell me everything I want to hear like, wassup? Wassup, wassup? Yeah, shawty tryna back me up Tryna pack me up Tryna pack me up, yeah