Lyrics to FOUND YOU by DC The Don
(Georgia)
(Wrap me up in all your— I want ya)
(In my arms, oh, let me hold ya)
Get the back end after the back end then I backed out
In a fast car, they gon’ scream my name when I back out
Gettin’ *** as ***, so I been feelin’ too blacked out
No, I’m ’bout to stay with my ho, blowin’ her back out (Back out)
Fall in love (Fall in love and until I found her)
Yeah
(I said, “I would never fall unless it’s you I fall into”)
Woah
(I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I found you)
Yeah, aye
At the interstate I’m like woah, woah, woah (Ooh, ooh)
Okay, that *** could spin
Why the *** these niggas starin’?
Ride around in this ***, McLaren
Drop top in my coupe, McLaren
*** it, leave them niggas starin’
Lets go up! (Like, ooh, woo)
That’s a ice box for my wrist (Wrist)
Wrist
That’s a forty dropped for my wrist!
Put some Chrome Heart on my niggas
Alexander Wang on my *** (***!)
And I need her back like, woah
All she ever wanted was a ring, but i bought a watch, too froze (Ohh)
Start playin’, takin’ every shot now, ‘Cause it feel like I cannot miss (Say that ***)
Took a ***’ long time for a *** feelin’ like this (Woah, woah)
Hangin’ by a ***’ thread, and I’m scared to cut this *** loose (oh, oh, ohh)
That’s why I’m always in the air, no more savage, no more bad news
At the interstate I’m like woah, woah, woah (Ooh, ooh)
Okay, that *** could spin
Why the *** these niggas starin’?
Ride around in this ***, McLaren
Drop top in my coupe, McLaren
She don’t like them niggas wearin’
Lets go up! (Like, ooh, woo)
That’s a ice box for my wrist (Wrist)
Wrist
That’s a forty dropped for my wrist (Yeah!)
These some Rick boots, they not kicks
Put it with the Off-White, *** (ooh)
Put it with the Cartier, woah
Now my *** lookin like a Transformer, pull up in a autobot, woah
I’m all in
Get the back end after the back end then I backed out
(Fallin’)
In a fast car, they gon’ scream my name when I back out
(I’m all in)
Gettin’ *** as ***, so I been feelin’ too blacked out
(I’m all in)
And at the interstate I’m like, woah
At the interstate I’m like woah, woah, woah (Ooh, ooh)
Okay, that *** could spin
Why the *** these niggas starin’?
Ride around in this ***, McLaren (Reow)
Drop top in my coupe, McLaren (Reow)
She don’t like them niggas wearin’ (Woah)
Lets go up! (Like, ooh, woo)
That’s a ice box for my wrist (Wrist)
Wrist (Yeah!)
That’s a forty dropped for my wrist
These some Rick boots, they not kicks (Woah!)
Put it with the Off-White, *** (***!)
Put it with the Cartier, woah (What!)
Now my *** lookin like a Transformer, Pull up in a autobot, woah
I’m all in