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dc the don - urgent! lyrics

[intro]
i’m working on dying

[chorus]
tryna tell me how she did the work, work
she only calling my phone in the nighttime if it’s urgent, urgent, yeah
i got my shades on ’cause them flashing lights make me nervous
b+tch, and i swear to god, i been working
sh+t feeling too real and start hurting, hurting
srt, let’s go, i feel like i’m too fast, i’m getting nervous
roll a blunt, b+tch, i’m too gassed and start swerving
is you still ride or die or nah, what’s the verdict, verdict?
park a motherf+ckin’ parallel, it’s suburban
and this b+tch got a bag now, this sh+t perfect
i can’t f+ck with them broke hoes ’cause i’m allergic, ‘lergic, yeah
we keep thе sticks in the minivan, hope you got raf simon, b+tch
they keep on tryna takе pictures, i’m getting harassed in this b+tch
balenciaga, it stay on my toes, in new york with my mask, lil’ b+tch
and she making me feel like i’m parapellegic, i’m rolling my last, lil’ b+tch

[verse]
ooh+ooh+ooh+ooh (grrah)
b+tch keep on asking me how i feel about it, how about it like
ooh+ooh+ooh+ooh (grrah)
[?] i been f+cked up, and i’m right where you want me (where you want me)
shawty you know where you want me, where you want me
we got the racks, b+tch, i’m not kidding
margiela madman, i keep spinnin’
oh, margiela the backpack, you winning
and these raf simon jeans on me too fitted
cause we having [?]
like, f+ck all these new n+ggas, what’s the business?
like, f+ck all these new hoes in my mentions
i feel like [?]
[?]
[?] woke up rich i’m feeling like a million
[chorus]
tryna tell me how she did the work, work
she only calling my phone in the nighttime if it’s urgent, urgent, yeah
i got my shades on ’cause them flashing lights make me nervous
b+tch, and i swear to god, i been working
sh+t feeling too real and start hurting, hurting
srt, let’s go, i feel like i’m too fast, i’m getting nervous
roll a blunt, b+tch, i’m too gassed and start swerving
is you still ride or die or nah, what’s the verdict, verdict?
park a motherf+ckin’ parallel, it’s suburban
and this b+tch got a bag now, this sh+t perfect
i can’t f+ck with them broke hoes ’cause i’m allergic, ‘lergic, yeah
we keep the sticks in the minivan, hope you got raf simon, b+tch
they keep on tryna take pictures, i’m getting harassed in this b+tch
balenciaga, it stay on my toes, in new york with my mask, lil’ b+tch
and she making me feel like i’m parapellegic, i’m rolling my last, lil’ b+tch

- dc the don lyrics

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