12AM Lyrics – DC The Don
Twelve in the morning, I’m out, where you want me?
Twelve in the morning, I’m outside, where you want me?
Phone blowin’ up, they keep on textin’ me
Left my *** on DND, what they expect from me? (Woah)
How you want a handout but you ain’t check for me?
***, you said you need another me, go find a better me
***, if it’s that easy, do your thing, girl, apparently
If *** too scary, I’on care ’bout where they bury me (No)
Now we back in Houston swingin’ five cars
We ain’t at the Westin, it’s a five star (Woah) (Damn)
Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah (Oh)
LA for the week, I go very hard (Oh)
On Rodeo, we ain’t meetin’ with no A&Rs (Oh)
Pull up in that ***’ GLE, it’s a fast car
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, brand new motherfuckin’ bowl, ***
Diamonds VVS all on my body, I feel froze in it
Why the *** you keep runnin’ your mouth, are you bold ***?
We got boat of bricks and vacuum sealed, bankroll, *** (Hey)
Pull up for the weekend, leave the Rarri there (Skrt)
She wanna party next door, I want Cartier
Now she *** with Donny, she want Cartier
This LA ho gon’ pull ASAP, she ask if Bari there
Woah, woah
Niggas cannot check me (Woah, woah), ridin’ in the mo’***’ Rarri this *** X3 (Skrt, skrt)
Shawty tryna *** me like she Monica Lewinsky
I ain’t *** that ho, she pulled up with her bestie (What)
DC got some guap, I got a watch for my bestie
I just got a Rollie, same one for my twinski (Twin)
We got white money, Lamb truck, richy richy
Skrt off in New York, MSG, Jeremy Liny (Skrt)
With some white ho’s, snorting white, Lindsay, Lindsay
I done ran up cash money, now that lil’ ho think she Nicki (What)
Pull up for the weekend, leave the Rarri there (Srkt, skrt)
She wanna party next door, I want Cartier
Now she *** with Donny, she want Cartier
You can meet me in my motherfuckin’ city, I be hardly there
Phone blowin’ up, they keep on textin’ me
Left my *** on DND, what they expect from me?
How you want a handout but you ain’t check for me?
***, you said you need another me, go find a better me
***, if it’s that easy, do your thing, girl, apparently
If *** too scary, I’on care ’bout where they bury me (No)
Now we back in Houston swingin’ five cars
We ain’t at the Westin, it’s a five star (Damn)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Twelve in the morning, I’m out, where you want me?