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dame b - doggin hoes lyrics

i do not dab in this b+tch
only do dabs of the piff
step on the gas when i dip
workin’ that pot like her hips
got a r+t+rded ass wrist
secret compartment for this
fresh out the pot with these hits
[?] lil b+tch

[?] grits
molly water, wanna sip?
got the gas, i got the bic
you tryna suck this d+ck
this ain’t what i told yo b+tch
i really like her lips
tryna splash on her tits
might record the sh+t
(i got ’em)

i’m the type of n+gga that’ll f+ck her while the kids is there
if i had a dolla for every b+tch that i f+ck
i’d probably be a millionaire
you from cleveland
you ain’t f+ck me or none of my n+ggas
that sh+t probably really real
really really really really really really really really really really real
[?] with the whip
like a big b+tt with the grips
she suck the stuff out that d+ck
i love the f+ck out that b+tch
ass on the floor when she switch
grindin’ the pole like a d+ck
give her designer and sh+t
roll us a blunt and get lit

love it when these hoes be toppin’ me
she nasty she do it so sloppily
choke on this d+ck, got her slobberin’
splashrob committin’ a robbery
none of these b+tches my property
still roll the dice like monopoly
not givin’ out no apologies
that is not part of my policy

she do this sh+t with her jaw
she treat my d+ck like a straw
wonder woman with it all
she in her panties and bra
she say the baby is mines
i heard that sh+t too many times
b+tch, why the f+ck is you lying
okay, i did hit it raw that one time, d+mn!
holla at em [?]
we cop the jewel with [?]
we run the club so we flex
we took yo b+tch with a text
run up [?]
naughty by nature, i’m trench
n+ggas is buggin’, they pests
she come to gutt’ for the s+x

n+ggas be lyin’, b+tchin’ and whinin’
me, i be stackin’ and shinin’
workin’ these hoes 9 to 5 and
f+ck it, i’ma be honest
you be on that same sh+t
(out here cuffin’ hoes)
we done f+cked the same b+tch
([?])

aye, somebody smashin’ my b+tch
i think that it’s splash [?]
i can’t put my hand on the sh+t
man, i’m bout to slap me a b+tch
she came in, she smellin’ like d+ck
aye, b+tch who the f+ck was you with
i can’t put my trust in the b+tch
now make me some eggs and some grits, b+tch
i got a trick for you, b+tch
i like a veteran b+tch
she got a house and a whip
33 [?]
gutta do dabs off the cl+t
i put my face in the sh+t
break a lot, breaking a brick
she do miraculous sh+t

d+gg+n’ that b+tch from the back
foot on her head like that
might even pull out a track
holla at ’em on the track
d+gg+n’ these hoes
like that snapchat filter
i reconstruct walls
call me bob the builder

i like a lil skinny lil b+tch
a sippin’ on henny lil b+tch
sometime on the remy lil b+tch
she buyin’, she gimme a b+tch
she call and she send me a b+tch
she doin some thangs on the d+ck
got it jumpin’ like jimmy the crick’
man i swear she a fool with the sh+t, got d+mn!

- dame b lyrics

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