Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Week!, artist - DC The Don.
Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Next Week! |
Yeah |
Woah |
Why the fuck you always tryna stress me? |
Just because you’re real don’t mean that you impress me |
She like, «Damn, DC, boy, you blessed me» |
Do you still want my love? |
We’ll talk about it next week |
Damn, shawty a star but only a little |
She give me top, she playin' the fiddle |
Between hate and deceit, I’m stuck in the middle, yeah, ayy |
She pop a Perc' just like a skittle |
DC just chill, it’s only a little |
No, you struck off your ass, it’s really that simple, yeah |
Ooh, gang in the back and I’m in the middle |
If you talk out your ass you get popped like a pimple |
Itty-bitty ass chopper, check him with a missile, yeah |
Gotta double my bread, tryna make a McGriddle |
He won’t say what he like 'cause he really my kiddo |
Now my pockets too fat, yeah, them bitches on Lizzo, yeah |
Yeah, lonely star, lonely boy |
I just spent like thirty bands on that week |
In the hidden hills, don’t try to check me |
Damn, in Saks Fifth, fuck the mall up with my bestie |
Damn, that’s just a part of the game |
I feel like Russell 'cause I’m working so hard but somehow I can’t get a ring |
You can get necklaces from me and every watch from me but can’t get a ring |
I know the world is mine, I can’t stand this pain |
So loaded up, I can’t feel my face |
Family switched up, my world is on fire and I just stand and remain |
I got a plain jane, plain jane, yeah, I knew it ain’t the same thing |
But when the money came, this shit changed |
Shit is so lame, but fuck it, it go where it goes |
If it’s really a problem, I’m loko, and pussy, you already know |
I see five opps now that’s five bodies |
We just skrrted off now that’s five Mazis |
I just pushed the button, it’s in autopilot |
Fuck the club, bitch, I’m tryna start a fucking riot |
Damn, shawty a star but only a little |
She give me top, she playin' the fiddle |
Between hate and deceit, I’m stuck in the middle, yeah, ayy |
She pop a Perc' just like a skittle |
DC just chill, it’s only a little |
No, you struck off your ass, it’s really that simple, yeah |
Ooh, why you always tryna stress me? |
If you kept that shit always one hundred then you could’ve fucked around maybe |
and kept me |
Blowin' my motherfucking phone while I’m up in the studio, that shit upsets me |
Girl, I got G in my blood, you can’t check me |
I thought you knew that when you met me |
I see five opps now that’s five bodies |
We just skrrted off now that’s five Mazis |
I just pushed the button, it’s in autopilot |
Fuck the club, bitch, I’m tryna start a fucking riot |
Why the fuck you always tryna stress me? |
Just because you’re real don’t mean that you impress me |
She like, «Damn, DC, boy, you blessed me» |
Do you still want my love? |
We’ll talk about it next week |