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damedot - jamaica lyrics

[intro]
(rell on the track)

[verse 1]
every chance i get, i gotta tell her she the sh+t
out+of+town trips, it’s just me and my loyal b+tch
she was right there when my n+ggas played on the fence
this sh+t we got is one thousand, ain’t no hit or miss
swear i just wanna see you up, wanna see you rich
hate when you listen to your friends, that sh+t make me sick
you need to get some boss b+tch friends, ’cause they ain’t on sh+t (’cause they ain’t on sh+t)
soon as i land, bae, give me kiss (mwah)
you can get whatever, these hoes, the ain’t gettin’ sh+t
go get two bags and some shoes with the matchin’ print
you can get a louis v yorkie to match the ‘fit (rrr)

[chorus]
i feel like i owe you everything that you ever want
got all the reasons to leave, but you never don’t
i said i love them hoes, but i really don’t (i don’t)
you and my son really what my heart beatin’ for (ooh, rell)
let’s take a trip to jamaica (let’s take a trip)
i can’t promise hoes ain’t gon’ want me, i’m a real player (woo)
all the hoes mad ’cause you got me, they some real haters (they some real haters)
dior, chanel, i got real flavors
i can get her waist sn+tched, i got real paper
she ain’t playin’ with a bag, that’s a dealbreaker (that’s a dealbreaker)
ooh, she pretty with no ass, but i still take her
ooh, i hit him with the fin, sent him to his maker (sent him to his maker)
[verse 2]
they wanna lock me up, think i’m a pill maker (d+mn)
i f+ck her on the camera, i’m a filmmaker
this wock’ in this cream taste like a now and later (this sh+t taste crazy)
i skipped, went straight to the p+ssy, n+gga, i don’t date her
you want some black dane, two hundred for an eighter
i might go to chase, but i’m not gon’ chase her
my lil’ b+tch came from indiana like a pacer (like a pacer)
she don’t wanna talk ‘less it’s ’bout some paper
flip+flops came from gucci with the matching socks
got purple lenses in my buffs just to match the watch
n+gga, this 2020, so i got a matchin’ glock (glock 20)
pulled up with two hoes, i got matchin’ thots
b+tch gave me the bridge card, i done maxed it out
upped our picture on the ‘gram, i done x+ed her out
whole lot of bullsh+t ‘bows, that’s my texas route
f+ck chalk, play with us, we gon’ sketch you out (baow)
b+tch, let me in that p+ssy, i’ma stretch you out
f+ck you by the front door, then i’ma let you out
b+tch head wasn’t sh+t, she done let me down
i got the fin in here with me, they ain’t pat me down
graduated from the streets, i need a cap and gown
i was the sh+t back then, b+tch, look at me now (look at me now)
she used to sit on my d+ck, she can’t stand me now
i gave the strap to my brother, that’s a hand+me+down (that’s a hand+me+down)
[chorus]
i feel like i owe you everything that you ever want
got all the reasons to leave, but you never don’t
i said i love them hoes, but i really don’t
you and my son really what my heart beatin’ for
let’s take a trip to jamaica (let’s take a trip)
i can’t promise hoes ain’t gon’ want me, i’m a real player (woo)
all the hoes mad ’cause you got me, they some real haters
dior, chanel, i got real flavors
i can get her waist sn+tched, i got real paper
she ain’t playin’ with a bag, that’s a dealbreaker (that’s a dealbreaker)
ooh, she pretty with no ass, but i still take her
ooh, i hit him with the fin, sent him to his maker (sent him to his maker)

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