Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ENEMIES, artist - DC The Don.
Date of issue: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ENEMIES |
When these niggas don’t win, it ain’t beef, it’s just jealousy |
Bitch, what the fuck is you telling me? |
Red and white diamonds like I’m with confederacy |
You already said what? |
Who said what allegedly? |
Just met your bitch, she was fried off the ecstasy |
Had to do what I did to return to my legacy |
I throw that shit up, lil' bitch, I rock here |
She gon' bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be |
Diamonds bite heavily |
Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah) |
I’m with a Latina bitch and an Ebony |
Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony |
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better beams |
No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans |
No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean |
Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things, uh (Go) |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Go, go) |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, bih (Yeah, yeah) |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, bitch |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m- go |
Lil' bitch, my range underrated, I fuck around, shoot from the logo |
I pull out the «Oh, no», the engine too loco (Yeah) |
You niggas impressed, but I think that it’s so-so |
Keep that on the lowski |
Bitch, I’m a 350 Boost, you a Roshe, don’t ever approach me (Yeah) |
'Less you got green, I need benjis for sureski |
You not gang, you not slime, you not kin, or my broski (Gang) |
Shoutout to folks, I turn up with my broski (Gang) |
Told the bitch to slide and turn up, we in Oakland (Gang) |
They can’t fit in the back, they like |
Slide through the Hills, they be laughing and posin' |
Bitch, don’t put me on Snapchat, I barely be postin' (Yeah) |
Wolfin' and talking my shit, she a ocean |
24/7, she up and she open |
All my bitches got Elsa, my diamonds be frozen (Yeah, yeah) |
Diamonds bite, heavily |
Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah) |
I’m with a Latina bitch and an Ebony |
Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony |
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better beams (Go) |
No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Donny) |
No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Donny) |
Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things (Go) |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Go, go) |
Who got that shit? |
I be running it up, tell my label I need me a hunnid (Yeah) |
Came from having no food in my muhfuckin' pantry, I knew that I seen this shit |
coming (Go, woah) |
And I be around some dropouts, but they keep it lit, so I know they thumpin' |
Teezo turned off the light, so they can’t see it coming |
I look in the mirror to smile at my enemy |
I’m trippin' off ball like it’s ten of me |
147Calboy, niggas, envy me |
Like why would I trip? |
My lil' bro, he my mini-me |
Bitch, I live by that smoke, yeah, I’m damn near a chimney |
Got a message, of course, what the fuck they keep sending me? |
I don’t do all that talking, get blood on my skinny jeans |
Blew off his head 'fore I went J. F. Kennedy |
Fist, wrist, whip like Jeep |
My bitch got a bag, she look a Kennedy |
Swagger and money, the reason she into me |
What that shit got in common? |
And a whole lot of synergy |
I got a whole lotta weaponry |
Lil' bitch, I go cray, let me show you my specialty |
Coke white diamonds, Maison Margiela jeans |
Fuck with your head, bitch, we serving telepathy |
When these niggas don’t win, it ain’t beef, it’s just jealousy |
Bitch, what the fuck is you telling me? |
(I got my-) |
Red and white diamonds like I’m with confederacy |
You already said what? |
Who said what allegedly? |
Just met your bitch, she was fried off the ecstasy (Go) |
Had to do what I did to return to my legacy (Go) |
I throw that shit up, lil' bitch, I rock here |
She gon' bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be (Bitch) |
Diamonds bite, heavily |
Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly |
I’m with a Latina bitch and an Ebony (Yeah) |
Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony |
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better beams |
No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Grah, grah, grah, grah) |
No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Yeah) |
Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things (Go) |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Go) |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Yeah) |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded (What?) |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Yeah, yeah) |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Yeah, yeah) |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, bitch (Go) |
Raf Simon jeans, I’m- (Go, bih) |
Nah, bruh, I’m not gon' lie my nigga |
If he don’t drop the album, we gon' raid the fucking White House, bruh, 'cause, |
what’s up, DC? |
What even- C’mon, bruh |
Nigga, just go- Look, look, look, bro |
I’ll- Nigga, I’ll talk to- I’ll talk to the muhfuckin'- I’ll talk to your |
manager, bro |
I’ll even talk to the niggas at Rostrum for you, bro, like c’mon, bro |
Like I’ll persuade the niggas at Rostrum to drop the album, bro |
Like c’mon, bro, you shouldn’t be holding off doing this album for that long, |
bro, c’mon my nigga |
You got bangers that- You- You got bangers in the vault that you haven’t even |
released yet, c’mon |