Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WORST DAY :(, artist - DC The Don. Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
WORST DAY :( |
| Theo Zim |
| Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way |
| Why you trippin'? |
| It’s almost my birthday |
| This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say (Yeah) |
| Bitch, I’m ballin' like I play for Berkeley |
| Not in second, in third, only first place |
| Don’t be trippin', bitch, I had the worst day |
| (A-A-Astro got it running) |
| Baby, only call me if it’s urgent, yeah |
| Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way |
| Why you trippin'? |
| It’s almost my birthday |
| This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say |
| Bitch, I’m ballin' like I play for Berkeley |
| I’m one hundred percent, fuck a survey (Yeah) |
| I might pop out and see you on Thursday (Yeah) |
| Why you wait a whole week in the first place? |
| (Ooh, oh) |
| Come and get your lil' bitch 'cause she irk me (Yeah, yeah) |
| She look good but this bitch way too thirsty |
| I can’t hydrate no lil' bitty birdie (Ooh, oh) |
| I can’t even go out, I’m sober (Yeah) |
| Pray you know that I sleep with a .30 (Yeah) |
| If them niggas pop out, just alert me (Yeah, yeah) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) |
| Pop out on a bitch goin' like James Worthy |
| Forty-two on my back 'cause my side bitch dirty |
| She been going through a lot 'cause a bitch can’t hurt me |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah) |
| I feel so damn alive, this bitch don’t deserve me |
| If it’s not 'bout a check, then this shit don’t concern me (What?) |
| I ain’t sayin' it twice, you heard me (What, what?) |
| Too many fake niggas 'round me |
| Not in LA right now, I’m in Downey (Yeah) |
| Got a white bitch staring at ground beef |
| Girl, I’m still the richest nigga up in your county |
| Ayy, 414 shit, we so up now (What?) |
| Jungle boys shit, I don’t know who to trust now (Yeah) |
| He the loudest on the 'Gram, when I see him, he a mush mouth (Shh) |
| Ayy, Plain Jane shit, you can get your ass bust down (Yeah) |
| Ayy, Trinidad, I be hitting my dougie |
| Ayy, skip the class, I do not wanna study (Yeah) |
| Ain’t no new friends, we can’t be buddy-buddy (Yeah) |
| I can’t beef 'bout no bitch, I don’t do lovey-dovey (No) |
| I’m a whole blue strip, she cannot try to dub me (Yeah) |
| I’m a star player, she cannot try to go sub me (Yeah) |
| And it’s not fair, nigga, do not try to touch me |
| I’m swift with the stick and you niggas is dusty |
| Ooh, what’s your name? |
| (Yeah) |
| Fuck it, I’m naming you Downy, go 'head do your thing, yeah |
| Cool as a ho but I’m really surrounded by flames (Cool as a ho) |
| Really is a cold, cold world but somehow I’m still winning the game (Ooh, |
| woah-oh) |
| And she always hurt in the worst way |
| Why you trippin'? |
| It’s almost my birthday (Yeah) |
| This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say (Yeah) |
| Bitch, I’m ballin' like I play for Berkeley (Yeah) |
| I’m one hundred percent, fuck a survey (Yeah) |
| I might pop out and see you on Thursday (Yeah) |
| Why you wait a whole week in the first place? |
| (Ooh-oh) |
| Come and get your lil' bitch 'cause she irk me (Gang, gang) |
| She look good but this bitch way too thirsty (What?) |
| I can’t hydrate no lil' bitty birdie (What?) (Ooh-oh) |
| I can’t even go out, I’m sober (Yeah) |
| Pray you know that I sleep with a .30 (Yeah) |
| If them niggas pop, out just alert me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I can only spit facts 'cause this shit too wrong (Yeah) |
| Yeah, narcissistic, I know that I’m on |
| And my bitch, she was bad, she was bad to the bone (Yeah) |
| But her soul was so rotten, I left her alone |
| Had to throw it out |
| Hit from the back, snatch her back, had to blow it out |
| Shaking my dreads while I hit, had to grow it out |
| DC the Don in this bitch, I been rollin' loud |
| Ain’t gon' talk to that ho, I been zonin' out (Yeah, yeah) |
| No kizzy, my boys in this bitch, we gon' fuck up your city |
| Ain’t no shortage for ammo, you know we got plenty |
| My bitch got a Birkin, it’s holding a semi |
| Had to «skrrt» through your block, introduce 'em to Whitney |
| Got a straight face in here while I’m clutching the glizzy |
| Oh, they say they don’t like me, oh really, oh really? |
| If you really don’t like it, then nigga come kill me |
| Said if it’s really that bad, then nigga, pop out and come peel me |
| I’m still seven for seven, I’m doing no filmin' |
| I’ma see you Monday if I make it to Philly |
| Had to put Moncler on my back, it’s so motherfuckin' chilly |
| I just walked in the house, mama whippin' some chili |
| All this fussin' and G, I been hitting my wheelie |
| I ain’t fucking with niggas, it’s up, I been chillin' (Yeah, yeah) |
| Tryna really take off, take the roof off the motherfuckin' building |
| I Destructo my disc, I’ma do 'em like Krillin |
| Use my Piccolo powers but I’m not a villain (Grra) |
| I’m still numb as a bitch, I’ve been losin' my feelings |
| Smoking Zaza, I ain’t here for them pills man (Yeah) |
| Got a white bitch in here snorting Dylan (Yeah) |
| Tryna hit from the back and go dumb if she willin' |
| Yeah, and she always hurt in the worst way |
| Why you trippin'? |
| It’s almost my birthday |
| This Amiri, Outlaw what my shirt say |
| Bitch, I’m ballin' like I play for Berkeley |
| I’m one hundred percent, fuck a survey (Yeah) |
| I might pop out and see you on Thursday (Yeah) |
| Why you wait a whole week in the first place? |
| (Ooh-oh) |
| Come and get your lil' bitch 'cause she irk me (Yeah, yeah) |
| She look good but this bitch way too thirsty |
| I can’t hydrate no lil' bitty birdie (Ooh-oh) (Skrrt) |
| I can’t even go out I’m sober (Yeah) |
| Pray you know that I sleep with a .30 (Yeah) |
| If them niggas pop out, just alert me (Yeah, yeah) |