NEXT WEEK!

Lyrics

Yeah
 Why the fuck you always tryna stress me?
 Just because you're real, don't mean that you impress me (yeah)
 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 raise (yeah)
 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 (yeah)
 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 a hunnid
 Then you could've fucked around maybe and kept me
 Blowin' the 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? (Let's go)
 Just because you're real don't mean that you impress me (woah)
 She like, "Damn, DC, boy, you blessed me" (uh)
 Do you still want my love?
 We'll talk about it next week
 

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Duration
02:47
Key
5
Tempo
140 BPM

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