HOMICID3 Lyrics – DC The Don

HOMICID3 Lyrics – DC The Don from “My Own Worst Enemy” album is the latest English song also produced by Astroboy, Star Boy, 637rxss & Wheretfisray. HOMICID3 Lyrics are written by Wheretfisray, 637rxss, Star Boy, Astroboy & DC The Don.

HOMICID3 Song Details:

HOMICID3 Lyrics

[Intro]
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’

[Chorus]
Like, I couldn’t wait ’till I got me a car
I’ma dodge on that bitch, I’ma crash, I’ma burn out
She live in a young nigga world
That’s the number one thing, so go get the word out
We sendin’ out an ambulance, 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
It don’t make sense to me this time
The many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved my heart
Baby, I don’t understand, your heart broken, that’s somethin’ I can’t buy
Baby, hearts don’t break the same in this side
I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah

[Bridge]
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 the ladies, they look at me, I’m like why?
[?] I’m tied
Just how I’m feelin’ ’bout it baby, nothin’, not at all
Fuck it, maybe it ain’t right
[Verse 1]
It’s not addin’ up
She get mad when I reply without no heart emotes
And I gotta live with more sense when it come to my past and girl just [?]
Can’t address me jumpin’ under every situation
No I’m not movin’ but I’m [?]
Movin’ in silence ’bout it baby, said your love is like the [?]
Usin’ my phone for agents, call me, fuckin’ ‘gratulations
You used to call me [?] talk about me on vacations
Fuck it, I’m killin’ the vibe, hittin’ your iPhone with confirmations
Fuck it, I’m gettin’ some ice [?]
I’m fallin’ so deep in love, like, every time
I just point the ruler, it don’t even make sense
I’m like, I don’t know
How the fuck you think I’ma do this shit without no cardio?
She said, “Don, I’ve been wonderin’ the same thing”

[Chorus]
Like, I couldn’t wait ’till I got me a car
I’ma dodge on that bitch, I’ma crash, I’ma burn out
She live in a young nigga world
That’s the number one thing, so go get the word out
We sendin’ out an ambulance, 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
It don’t make sense to me this time
The many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved my heart
Baby, I don’t understand, your heart broken, that’s somethin’ I can’t buy
Baby, hearts don’t break the same in this side
I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah
[Verse 2]
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 be askin’ why my heads always 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
I don’t know, can this shit get any better?
My shoes be designer, my bitch from the [?]
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 chatterin
With an industry girl, she in love with her ass
Straight to the script then I’m switching the act
I got hate in my heart and codine in my body
[?]
I look back at that shit and it fill me with laughter
I got my lil digits up like McJagger
Tryna cope with that shit but it’s making me sadder
Tryna look how 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
[?]
Between me and you, I’ve been hoping I crash
[Chorus]
Like, I couldn’t wait ’till I got me a car
I’ma dodge on that bitch, I’ma crash, I’ma burn out
She live in a young nigga world
That’s the number one thing, so go get the word out
We sendin’ out an ambulance, 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
It don’t make sense to me this time
The many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved my heart
Baby, I don’t understand, your heart broken, that’s somethin’ I can’t buy
Baby, hearts don’t break the same in this side
I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah

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