Rajitheone - Dtms lyrics

[Interlude] Grammys, make sure I’m gon’ make it I got twelve jobs, ’cause I’m patient Your b**h on me, ’cause I made it I’m on cloud nine, ’cause I’m faded [Chorus] Little homie don’t touch my sh** Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch— I don’t want your b**h, tell that hoe get off my dick Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah, yeah (woo, woo, woo) Little homie don’t touch my sh** Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah, yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I don’t want your b**h, tell that hoe get off my dick Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah, yeah (woo, woo, woo) [Verse 1] Little homie get off my sh**, don’t touch my sh**, and don’t ask me to hold nothin’ Where was you when I was shootin’ all day, tryna workin’ on my jay, tryna score a little old money? These n***as ain’t got no job, no kids, no bills, but they all got a hand out They be like— Boy you know got it Plus I heard your song on the radio the other day n***a you the man now (aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah) Hmm, true, true I guess you got a point with that statement But I’m still climbing from the bottom (Chi Town) Cold winters in the basement I’m Fresh Prince with the swag now (Philly) My whole team gets a bag now (really) I’d rather invest in my little brothers And get back in touch with my dad now (what up pop?) Fake n***as (conversate), uh, move around, yeah Why am I only on your mind when a n***a come in town? Yeah (Come in town) Don’t let that white girl voice put you all in your feelings, yeah (Hah, he in his feelings y’all) I’ve been in my age just chasin’ after millions [Interlude] Your b**h on me, ’cause I made it I’m on cloud nine, ’cause I’m faded [Chorus] Little homie don’t touch my sh** Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch— I don’t want your b**h, tell that hoe get off my dick Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah, yeah (woo, woo, woo) Little homie don’t touch my sh** Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah, yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I don’t want your b**h, tell that hoe get off my dick Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah [Interlude] Grammys, make sure I’m gon’ make it I got twelve jobs, ’cause I’m patient Your b**h on me, ’cause I made it I’m on cloud nine, ’cause I’m faded [Verse 2] Yeah, Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum now (Fum now) All your boys better run now (run) ‘Cause I’m finally having fun now (fun) I might ghost write the next hit for anybody who gon’ bring the funds around That’s how I do it, finesse I’ma always be good ’cause I’m blessed And if even I die, mom made me chill I put the whole family in the will I am on a move, I gotta do what I got ta do to worry about the bills Yeah, all of my moves are correct Pursuing my calling, I’m calling, I’m calling, I’m calling, I call to collect, don’t touch my sh** man! [Chorus] Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch— I don’t want your b**h, tell that hoe get off my dick Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah, yeah (woo, woo, woo) Little homie don’t touch my sh** Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah, yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I don’t want your b**h, tell that hoe get off my dick Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch, nah [Interlude] Grammys, make sure I’m gon’ make it I got twelve jobs, ’cause I’m patient Your b**h on me, ’cause I made it I’m on cloud nine, ’cause I’m faded