D.K, checkin' in
You stressed 'bout these bitches and gettin' some 'gina
I'm worried by neither my guyza we nothin alike
Know how I get it, can't tunnel my vision
I see that you livin' no more than a lie
King of the city, and king of my state
And I'm claiming it cause there ain't no one alike
Need me my hundreds, I need me my Guala
I need me my diamonds and neck with some ice
Shout out to Javi, and shout out to E
We ain't ending it 'till we got out all the jokes
Shout out to Orvi and shout out to Juli the Jugga
You know how I get 'bout the bros
Stuffin' that Zaza inside of the Prada
Got hell of a smell that no leather can hold
Comin' with problems, then boy we can solve 'em
Ain't talkin' 'bout smoke he got swag of a ghost
Been Bona Fide
Sorry no hoe but this dick ain't for free
I guess that's why they be hating on me
Talkin' that dirt they be talkin' that cheap
Get on her nerves but she f*cked me last week
I don't got time to be givin' to beefs
I don't got time to be givin' at all
Turn up the simmer, turned juice to the sauce
Down to the socks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Bitch I don't play 'bout my money
Bitch I don't play 'bout my time
Please get the f*ck around from me
If you ain't fueling my mind
Why you like killing the vibe
Bitch you just killing my high
Seeing the world with my eyes
Seen how these devils disguise far from the truth
Woke up and felt like the shit, woke up and felt like that bitch
Boy what it do
Roll up and smoke me a spliff, knowin' my job need my piss
I'm just a youth
I'm just another muhf*cka with problems
Ninety-nine percent related to figures
Crazy how I be addicted to paper
Smokin' presidential shit, f*ck them killas
Ain't surprised if I got done JFK
Until then I'm gonna wear out the name
Derek Knives, and I ain't come here to play
Bet y'all bitches thought that this was a phase
Never was the one with too much to say
Now I'm mixing up the words with the bass
Making sure that I go with a trace
Bet y'all bitches thought that this was phase
It's not
D.K, checkin' out
Derek Knives - ANTHEM Lyrics
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D.K, checkin' in
You stressed 'bout these bitches and gettin' some 'gina
I'm worried by neither my guyza we nothin alike
Know how I get it, can't tunnel my vision
I see that you livin' no more than a lie
King of the city, and king of my state
And I'm claiming it cause there ain't no one alike
Need me my hundreds, I need me my Guala
I need me my diamonds and neck with some ice
Shout out to Javi, and shout out to E
We ain't ending it 'till we got out all the jokes
Shout out to Orvi and shout out to Juli the Jugga
You know how I get 'bout the bros
Stuffin' that Zaza inside of the Prada
Got hell of a smell that no leather can hold
Comin' with problems, then boy we can solve 'em
Ain't talkin' 'bout smoke he got swag of a ghost
Been Bona Fide
Sorry no hoe but this dick ain't for free
I guess that's why they be hating on me
Talkin' that dirt they be talkin' that cheap
Get on her nerves but she f*cked me last week
I don't got time to be givin' to beefs
I don't got time to be givin' at all
Turn up the simmer, turned juice to the sauce
Down to the socks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Bitch I don't play 'bout my money
Bitch I don't play 'bout my time
Please get the f*ck around from me
If you ain't fueling my mind
Why you like killing the vibe
Bitch you just killing my high
Seeing the world with my eyes
Seen how these devils disguise far from the truth
Woke up and felt like the shit, woke up and felt like that bitch
Boy what it do
Roll up and smoke me a spliff, knowin' my job need my piss
I'm just a youth
I'm just another muhf*cka with problems
Ninety-nine percent related to figures
Crazy how I be addicted to paper
Smokin' presidential shit, f*ck them killas
Ain't surprised if I got done JFK
Until then I'm gonna wear out the name
Derek Knives, and I ain't come here to play
Bet y'all bitches thought that this was a phase
Never was the one with too much to say
Now I'm mixing up the words with the bass
Making sure that I go with a trace
Bet y'all bitches thought that this was phase
It's not
D.K, checkin' out
You stressed 'bout these bitches and gettin' some 'gina
I'm worried by neither my guyza we nothin alike
Know how I get it, can't tunnel my vision
I see that you livin' no more than a lie
King of the city, and king of my state
And I'm claiming it cause there ain't no one alike
Need me my hundreds, I need me my Guala
I need me my diamonds and neck with some ice
Shout out to Javi, and shout out to E
We ain't ending it 'till we got out all the jokes
Shout out to Orvi and shout out to Juli the Jugga
You know how I get 'bout the bros
Stuffin' that Zaza inside of the Prada
Got hell of a smell that no leather can hold
Comin' with problems, then boy we can solve 'em
Ain't talkin' 'bout smoke he got swag of a ghost
Been Bona Fide
Sorry no hoe but this dick ain't for free
I guess that's why they be hating on me
Talkin' that dirt they be talkin' that cheap
Get on her nerves but she f*cked me last week
I don't got time to be givin' to beefs
I don't got time to be givin' at all
Turn up the simmer, turned juice to the sauce
Down to the socks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah, o-aye
Bitch I don't play 'bout my money
Bitch I don't play 'bout my time
Please get the f*ck around from me
If you ain't fueling my mind
Why you like killing the vibe
Bitch you just killing my high
Seeing the world with my eyes
Seen how these devils disguise far from the truth
Woke up and felt like the shit, woke up and felt like that bitch
Boy what it do
Roll up and smoke me a spliff, knowin' my job need my piss
I'm just a youth
I'm just another muhf*cka with problems
Ninety-nine percent related to figures
Crazy how I be addicted to paper
Smokin' presidential shit, f*ck them killas
Ain't surprised if I got done JFK
Until then I'm gonna wear out the name
Derek Knives, and I ain't come here to play
Bet y'all bitches thought that this was a phase
Never was the one with too much to say
Now I'm mixing up the words with the bass
Making sure that I go with a trace
Bet y'all bitches thought that this was phase
It's not
D.K, checkin' out
Writer: chad orellana
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC