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damedot – indictment diamonds lyrics

[chorus]
i get this feeling when the bros come back (i swear)
there’s some’ ’bout a n+gga d+ck, make the hoes come back
boy, you still living with your mama, you too old for that
put down the head, don’t wan’ f+ck, i’m too blowed for that
f+cked with a lame b+tch, i’m too on for that
n+ggas back doing they own mans, what you own for that?
left my ex b+tch, she keep saying, “you wrong for that”
smelling like money, she keep asking, “what cologne is that?”

[verse 1]
sometimes, a n+gga feel like i’m ‘posed to rap
sometimes, a n+gga feel like, “bring the shoulder strap”
n+ggas tellin’ like it ain’t nothin’ wrong with that
keep my heart locked away far, can’t get close to that
can’t even sleep ’cause the money keep calling me
thoughts of dying just like my pops, make it hard to sleep
put a sight on that ar, i can hardly see
you can’t even trust your fam’ if you fall asleep
gleaming at the dem’ and my past keep haunting me
if i really want your chain, it get brought to me
if i really want it all, they take it off of him
turn around for thirty+four, we call him hakeem
hit the dope with a hook, i call it kareem
when i get paid off half+tracks, i call it a stream
n+ggas buyin’ all these [?] and calling it bling
hit one of these n+ggas with the tec, now they call him a cheat
[chorus]
i get this feeling when the bros come back (i swear)
there’s some’ ’bout a n+gga d+ck, make the hoes come back
boy, you still living with your mama, you too old for that
put down the head, don’t wan’ f+ck, i’m too blowed for that
f+cked with a lame b+tch, i’m too on for that
n+ggas back doing they own mans, what you own for that?
left my ex b+tch, she keep saying, “you wrong for that”
smelling like money, she keep asking, “what cologne is that?”

[verse 2]
indicted diamonds on the neck and we gon’ k!ll for that
if your b+tch out here loose, she need to chill on that
we at the [?] like o’reilly, put a bill on that
do this sh+t with my eyes closed, take sk!ll for that
half a ticket on the ‘gram, make a reel for that
i just poured half a pint, need a meal with that
sixteen lines of the wock’, come with a seal with that
i will put your face on a shirt, i’m for real with that
i will be rich in a minute, should i spell it out?
get the mouth from her, then that’s it, i’ma jeff her out
ridin’ with the pack, but it’s wrapped, they can’t smell it out
some of you n+ggas be like trey, talkin’ ’bout, “let me out”
sometimes, i feel these percocets make me mellow out
put one of you lil’ n+ggas to bed, bring the pillow out
if it’s too far to drive, i’ma send ’em out
if you want more than that, i can set amount
[chorus]
i get this feeling when the bros come back (i swear)
there’s some’ ’bout a n+gga d+ck, make the hoes come back
boy, you still living with your mama, you too old for that
put down the head, don’t wan’ f+ck, i’m too blowed for that
f+cked with a lame b+tch, i’m too on for that
n+ggas back doing they own mans, what you own for that?
left my ex b+tch, she keep saying, “you wrong for that”
smelling like money, she keep asking, “what cologne is that?” (meech)

- damedot lyrics

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