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dama (zt) - deranged lyrics

[intro]
bnizz, you crazy for this one
urban kulture sound
badder than enough man
zero tolerance

[chorus: dama]
this car put man in his place (bow)
side by side in the grave
chilling with sheggz and jay (ay)
they got to rip him out of his clothes
nude, showing cleavage like shanae (nude)
feds see me on the dumbest case
they don’t want this ic3 in the cage (jail)
in jail i was crashing my opps
ask young rash i’ll buss his face
ask young blade if i stepped on the wing (got buss)
damage got caused when i crossed the gates
fresh out the cagе (fresh out), fresh out the can (gang)
i was chatting to bro ’bout thе mash
even that, bare new yutes turnt gang
i’m fresh out the joint and i’m still tryna bang

[verse 1: dama]
tell don don’t slip on these streets
i’ll light man up like a christmas tree (bow)
but man make it melt like cheese
them man patties, call it cheesy beef (patties)
one more soon drop from their family tree
like autumn they gon’ drop like leaves (soon)
tell don don’t slip when the sun don’t shine
like ko or unknown t (hah)
we turn up these streets
chest shot gang with the rambz
how you thing he got put on an unknown t? (chestshot)
hashtag tragedy, back then when they shanked my ben
p+ssed, cah’ they left him in agony
they only live lies and fantasies (yeah)
bro telling me to drill and drill
all i wanna do is drill and drill, drill and drill (ay)
we don’t pull up and beat
we pull up and greet, csg keep it real (csg)
still tryna run man down and brag
me i’m tryna have his brain out spilt (bow)
the corn in the wap’s contagious
he should’ve known, like corona’s real (gang)
we on top of this beef, suttin’ like burger buns (word)
he squeeze this trigger, back then it was swing this one
she can really get beat like thots
how you think stally and rash got bun? (how you think?)
i must’ve not made it clear
the t++th in the wap chew man like gum (chewing)

[chorus: dama]
this car put man in his place (huh)
side by side in the grave
chilling with sheggz and jay (sheggy)
they got to rip him out of his clothes
nude, showing cleavage like shanae (woi)
feds see me on the dumbest case
they don’t want this ic3 in the cage (ay)
in jail i was crashing my opps
ask young rash i’ll buss his face (got buss)
ask young blade if i stepped on the wing (got buss)
damage got caused when i crossed the gates
fresh out the cage (fresh out), fresh out the can (gang)
i was chatting to bro ’bout the mash
even that, bare new yutes turnt gang
i’m fresh out the joint and i’m still tryna bang

[verse 2: dama]
pop this door (ay pop that), let’s see how far he gets
and if i ain’t squeezing he’s showing enough cleavage (woi)
that’s chest and belly and chest (gang)
tell my young boy turn off that phone
bring a change of clothes, it’s time for a quest
i make strategic moves to step at any of these yutes like chess
what you know about bucking opps
and his heart just drops from his chest to his feet
big man telling me “please”
got bored in his chest, got the blood on my feet (my feet)
check out the scoreboard please
it’s us who turn up the f+cking streets (us)
i’m chest shot gang to the end
it’s us who terrorise hackney (hacks)
straight drills no cap then it’s [?] no [?]
i was locked up feeling like canteen sheets
what you know about breaking your chair
because yutes wanna act like they’re with it?
what you know about chatting to a next mans girl
tryna pg that for a visit? (hah)
me and bnb did it oh so vicious
now look at the way he pivots (bad man)
we roll with that sheggalato
but yutes kick back like “the beef is finished” (sheggalato)
burst at yutes, stop that heartbeat
then i go burst that witness
me and solo two to the rambo
then i do ten toes cah’ i lack my fitness (woioi, gang)

- dama zt lyrics

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