Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song HOMICID3, artist - DC The Don. Date of issue: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
HOMICID3 |
| Ray, where the fuck are you? |
| Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha |
| Oh yes, I’m feelin' this one |
| (Woah, woah) |
| A-A-Astro got it runnin' |
| Like, I couldn’t wait 'til I got me a car |
| I’ma thrash in that bitch, I’ma crash 'til burn out |
| She live in a young nigga world |
| She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out |
| We sendin' out an Amber Alert, it’s a homicide every time we get the word out |
| She callin' me mad as a bitch, it’s a homicide every time she get the word out |
| (Yeah, yeah, go) |
| It don’t make sense to me this time |
| How many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart |
| Baby, I don’t understand, you’re heartbroken, that’s somethin' I can’t buy |
| Baby, hearts don’t break the same when it’s fried |
| I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah |
| Gettin' so turnt', I don’t even know why |
| Truly, I’m stackin' it up and I don’t even try, it must pay to be this fly |
| And my haters, they look at me, they like, «Why?» |
| Like «What does he have that I don’t? |
| I’m tight» |
| It’s just how I feel about it baby, nothin', not at all |
| Fuck it, maybe they right |
| Is that all you knew? |
| She get mad when I reply without no heart emotes |
| But now I gotta live with more sense when it come to my past and girl, |
| Jeff Hardy flow |
| I can’t be just be jumpin' into every situation |
| No, I’m not movin' but I’m addicted to you, while I’m patient |
| Movin' in silence 'bout it baby, said your love is like the Mason |
| Usin' my phone for ages, she call me for congratulations |
| You used to call me devastated, talkin' 'bout you want relations |
| Fuck it, I’m killin' the vibe, hittin' your iPhone with confirmations |
| Fuck it, I’m gettin' some ice, they can’t ignore Daij no more, he blazin' |
| I’m fallin' so deep in love, like, every time |
| At this point it really don’t even make sense |
| I’m like, I don’t know |
| How do I keep runnin' through this shit without no cardio? |
| And she said, «Don, I’ve been wonderin' the same shit» |
| Like, I couldn’t wait 'til I got me a car |
| I’ma thrash in that bitch, I’ma crash 'til burn out |
| She live in a young nigga world |
| She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out |
| We sendin' out an Amber Alert, it’s a homicide every time we get the word out |
| She callin' me mad as a bitch, it’s a homicide every time she get the word out |
| (Yeah, yeah, go) |
| It don’t make sense to me this time |
| How many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart |
| Baby, I don’t understand, you’re heartbroken, that’s somethin' I can’t buy |
| Baby, hearts don’t break the same when it’s fried |
| I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah |
| I know you tryna call my bluff, fuckin' with my ego |
| Always got a friend right by my side, girl, I’m with my ego, yeah |
| Came out the dirt, straight from the midwest, now they feelin' like he cold, |
| yeah |
| So don’t ask me why my heads up in the clouds, I’m just lookin' at trees bro, |
| yeah |
| Throw it up, throw it up, throw it some more |
| With a vampire bitch, she gon' pour up some more |
| I just blew up a girl, I’ma blow up some more |
| I be going and going and doin' the most |
| Like, I don’t know, can this shit get any better? |
| My shoes be designer, my bitch Cinderella |
| Like, Hannah Montana, my bitch lookin' double |
| I got me a Drac' and it do all the chatterin' |
| Dracos on Dracos, I’m killing the chat |
| With an innocent girl, she in love with |
| Straight to the script, then I’m switching the act |
| I got hate in my heart and codeine in my body |
| That’s not the same, she gon' stop on the daggerin' |
| I look back at that shit and it fill me with laughter |
| Because I got my leather jeans on, I’m McJagger |
| Tryna cope with that shit, but it’s making me sadder |
| Tryna use me to get to the top, but girl, I’m not a ladder |
| And I know my car kinda fast, but I need my shit a lil' faster |
| It was slow comin' up, but I’m off of my ass |
| Girl, I’m tryna cop a Casper |
| Between me and you, I’ve been hopin' I crash |
| Like, I couldn’t wait 'til I got me a car |
| I’ma thrash in that bitch, I’ma crash 'til burn out |
| She live in a young nigga world |
| She my number one fan, she gon' go put the word out |
| We sendin' out an Amber Alert, it’s a homicide every time we get the word out |
| She callin' me mad as a bitch, it’s a homicide every time she get the word out |
| (Yeah, yeah, go) |
| It don’t make sense to me this time |
| How many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved to my heart |
| Baby, I don’t understand, you’re heartbroken, that’s somethin' I can’t buy |
| Baby, hearts don’t break the same when it’s fried (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) |
| I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah |