Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paranoid, artist - DC The Don.
Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paranoid |
«Aw yeah, man, what’s goin' on, it’s KCillion Da Don, yeah, it’s and Milwaukee |
Wisconsin shit goin' on right now, you know, 414 love, yeah, it’s KCillion Da |
Don, y’all, went in Walgreens and bought everything off the wall, y’all, yeah, |
man, it’s Foot Locker’s number one shopper and my bankroll is a whopper! |
Yeah, it’s KCillion Da Don, man! |
Northside, Eastside, Southside, Westside, man, |
we everywhere, man! |
It’s 414 shit, this KCillion Da Don. |
Stop callin' me |
KCillion, man. |
KCillion Da Don» |
This some 2020 shit |
It’s gettin' out there, it’s gettin' out, motherfuckers gettin' popped every |
day now |
Like anybody, I would like to live a long life, longevity |
(Free DC! Free DC! Free DC! Free DC! Free DC!) |
Ooh, ooh |
Ooh, ooh |
Woah! |
See how I’m feelin' right now |
Nigga what the fuck, what’s the deal right now? |
Woah |
Too much fear right now |
Niggas need to pop out with the gear right now, woah |
Feelin' Margiela right now |
Foenem off a pill, tryna kill right now, woah |
It’s a lil' scrimmage, I love my all business |
This shit not an image, DC off the Henny, woah (Yeah) |
I keep it close |
Big-ass drum, we gon' rock and just roll |
Watch out, bitch, it’s a young nigga world |
Why that nigga looking at my fucking cheddar? |
Better pipe down, this shit way too above your wage |
Oh, triple digits on the dash |
And that Bentley like Thomas Wayne |
Get all my dawgs, put 'em in a huddle, said we gon' be rich forever |
Niggas sick of that shitty weather |
If it’s gang vs. the world, we gon' get together |
Why the fuck would we go out with ourselves |
Blowin' out the door, now I’m feeling better |
Pussy boy, we can’t sit together |
Like Lebrons and Ksubis, that don’t fit together |
Better not get involved, we with the shits and that’s truly |
So paranoid, I’m off, I’m on the stage with my toolie |
Got an idea, like, «Baw, Brandon, let’s go shoot a movie» |
2020 we gon' ball, nigga don’t like it, then shoot me |
Spin through your block, make it spooky, ooh |
Okay, I feel it, this bitch heating up |
Rocky Balboa, in seven rounds, I beat it up |
Knock it out the park, make this bitch wake up |
Feel like Drake, Marvin’s Room, I can’t give out no love |
I had to get it like Billie Jean’s son |
Please don’t get on my nerves, I’m just tryna have fun, okay |
Cash out, black out, anyways |
Missed out, passed out, any day |
No doubt, fast route, many ways |
Missed out, fast route, anyways |
(Yeah, yeah) |
Better not get involved, we with the shits and that’s truly |
So paranoid, I’m off, I’m on the stage with my toolie |
Got an idea, like, «Baw, Brandon, let’s go shoot a movie» |
2020 we gon' ball, nigga don’t like it, then shoot me |
Spin through your block, make it spooky, ooh |
Okay, I feel it, this bitch heating up |
Rocky Balboa, in seven rounds, I beat it up |
Knock it out the park, make this bitch wake up |
Feel like Drake, Marvin’s Room, I can’t give out no love |
I had to get it like Billie Jean’s son |
Please don’t get on my nerves, I’m just tryna have fun, okay |