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daemoney - pent talk lyrics

[intro: daemoney]
(get off, june)
yeah, yeah
(nice job, forest)
these n+ggas can’t f+ck with me

[chorus: karrahbooo]
let that n+gga hit, you thought that he was finna trick, huh?
ain’t got no whip, but spent three thousand on your ‘fit, huh?
you thought that you were safe until you seen that bl!ck, huh?
don’t know n0body that can get you on the list, huh?

[verse 1: daemoney]
they say, “slae, you the one, oh, you that dude, huh?”
a hundred bands, that sh+t got you in your groove, huh?
you take them xans, they be switchin’ up your mood, huh?
jerome bettis, man, they say you runnin’ through thots
i heard you got your frrt+frrt and a new glock
won’t see my face, my hands in it, bustin’ moves, huh?
you done got smarter, ain’t no way that you can lose, huh?
a n+gga play and he gon’ end up on the nеws, huh?
i be on that cross states, huh, that world tour sh+t
slam a sl+t records, run up bands off a ho b+tch
you ain’t hеard of me, it’s obvious that you don’t know sh+t
i’ma tell you wockhardt, you ask me who i go with
they askin’ ’bout the grind, i’ma tell ’em that i’m loadin’
ain’t even in my prime, but a n+gga still goin’
i’m shedeur sanders, coach prime, yeah, that’s yodi
you see rafa, know that’s shaq diesel and i’m kobe
get in a different mode, they should call a n+gga frobe
[chorus: karrahbooo]
let that n+gga hit, you thought that he was finna trick, huh?
ain’t got no whip, but spent three thousand on your ‘fit, huh?
you thought that you were safe until you seen that bl!ck, huh?
don’t know n0body that can get you on the list, huh?

[post+chorus: karrahbooo]
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn

[verse 2: karrahbooo]
it’s 4 a.m., i’m in the hookah spot, i’m eatin’ lamb
i’m goin’ up, these b+tches stuck, i guess they in a jam (yeah, yeah)
i’m out here tryna get a bag, she tryna get a man
not doin’ nothin’ ’til i see the money inside my hand (okay)
atl ain’t got no shopping, order from j+pan (mhm)
can’t go live for thirty days ’cause ig got me banned (d+mn, d+mn)
yeah, he sellin’ fake ids but not the ones that scan (go, go)
you don’t ever gotta come to me ’cause i don’t want your man (kb)

[verse 3: daemoney]
she like, “why you ghost me?” i been lit, you blow me
how you talkin’ all this pape’ sh+t and you ain’t show me?
spend a pair of white lows, that’s just when i go eat
been sippin’ fire every day, heard it’s slow out in these streets
call yourself a boss, ain’t got no chicken, man, you n+ggas weak
keep countin’, still sippin’, that ain’t got nothin’ to do with me
i just got a text to my phone, she said she through with me
your friends, yeah, i hit a few of these, so i’m cool with that
i don’t go back and forth with b+tches, i ain’t doin’ that
some light paper shut a b+tch mouth, you just new to that
you don’t even pop out with your strap with your goofy ass
i ain’t huggin’ b+tches once i’m out with your groupie ass
i was down and n+ggas tried to blaze me, now you blew the bag
these n+ggas ain’t even on my level, man, i’m blowin’ past
i got the whole mob in my corner, they like, “show they ass”
they done p+ssed the wrong n+gga off, i’m finna show my ass
[chorus: karrahbooo]
let that n+gga hit, you thought that he was finna trick, huh?
ain’t got no whip, but spent three thousand on your ‘fit, huh?
you thought that you were safe until you seen that bl!ck, huh?
don’t know n0body that can get you on the list, huh?

[post+chorus: karrahbooo]
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
kb

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