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a$ap twelvyy - damn mo' lyrics

[intro]
yeah, n+gga
yeah, them drop boyz
a$ap mob, you dig
twelvyy

[verse 1: paco panama]
lotta long nights on that side street
them straight drop boyz gon’ ride with me
if you give me your word then don’t lie to me
i’m what you n+ggas keep trying to be
run the block down, then we pack it up
get a whole brick and then i wack it up
need a new blender, this one acting up
i drive big trucks when i’m backing up
you better move b+tch, like you ludacris
you ain’t seasoned yet, you still new to this
get a pot and a fork, i’m too equipped
get dumb money from a stupid risk
i’m too rich to have a stupid b+tch
i bring that sh+t in asap
when i’m in new york i’m with a$ap
if you need a vеrse, i need eight racks
the m club tryna chasе that
if you ever rat, you can’t erase that
it’s the blueprint, we tryna trace that
a quarter m, i already made that
off the back blocks
it wasn’t blacktops
it was glass pots for that crack rock
b+tch, i’m balling hard call ascap
you ain’t in the game, you just a mascot
i got lil n+ggas ready to crash out
auntie smoke and drop til she pass out
i was selling crack, i took the fast route
i remember dreaming for a fast car
and i put my life in that glass jar
how you started first, but i passed ya
i know some n+ggas that can’t take the mask off
i’m the rocket man, help you blast off
[verse 2: a$ap twelvyy]
super dirty, i’m running from 5+0
911, this hot as diablo
got a plate in the back of tahoe
need baggies, i’m headed to costco
more chicken, they thinking bout roscoe’s
four extra, i stick to the block code
got the sniffles, i’m looking for snot nose
ye on me, i feel like i’m pablo
that’s a play, i’m telling to drive slow
got a package i’m splitting with paco
got a pot but we missing utensils
treat a fork like a number 2 pencil
steven foster, heard twelvyy official
on the track you could still here the sizzle
every threw a g pack out the window
had to lower your stick like it’s limbo
in my section, we throwing up symbols
where you from? i don’t mean to offend you
i heard brody got hit in his temple
from the mud, you don’t know what i been through
see i started with mid, but i made it out
used to trap out the chinos, i’m taking out
you want a key and a glock, need a paper route
see my money and fam, i don’t play about
i been grinding like, “where did the time go?”
big, big face on the money like 9+4
see bro had a 9, we had 9 o’s
bird box did a flip with a blind fold
when i land in the city, i’m john doe
out the jungle, we bred in the congo
this the mob, they calling me scarfo
from the streets, this really my heart, mo
[outro]
yeah
this really my heart
i love you
everything you put me through
everything you forever gon’ put me through
yeah, yeah

- aap twelvyy lyrics

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