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damedot - never forget lyrics

[chorus]
walked out the trap feelin’ like a ticket (a million)
paid fifty for this pendant, n+gga, come and get it (ice, ice, ice)
i f+cked that lil’ b+tch so crazy, she’d never forget it (never)
anything you ever seen me wearin’, you would never get it (damedot)
i can’t f+ck her in this hoodie, she gon’ try to steal it
got three hundred worth of ice, listen, i be chillin’ (woo)
bronem want me to hit society, think i’ma miss it (i ain’t gon’ make it)
my b+tch need some d+ckey, brodie need a chicky

[verse 1]
she smoke weed and do shrooms, man, this b+tch a hippiе
you ain’t havin’, n+gga, you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
i spent too much on this drank, i’ve been tryna kick it
if it ain’t ’bout no papе’, i ain’t tryna—
bookin’ shows back to back, i’ve been gettin’ busy
you wanna boss up your life, need to get in with me
i just showed instagram like a hundred+fifty
anyway, i could f+ck a bad b+tch like any day
passin’ out stimmies in the club, this a giveaway
sippin’ out this pint, i feel like i ain’t even pee today
you would be done had a closed casket, they can’t see his face
these lil’ n+ggas’ll d+ck suck they knees away
i don’t know if these n+ggas high or it’s these n+ggas lazy
damedot dropped out the blue, you should see they face
i know you n+ggas lookin’ at the band, but you should see the face
if you ain’t come to spend no money, you should leave the place
before you f+ck around and find out, you be at the gates
my lil’ ho want me to buzz her in, say she at the gate
my b+tch black x6 got the paper plates
you call these n+ggas real? we call ’em fake
these n+ggas tryna troll, we call ’em drake
i just closed on the house, b+tch bring me some cake
you lil’ broke n+ggas ain’t got what it take
[chorus]
walked out the trap feelin’ like a ticket (a million)
paid fifty for this pendant, n+gga, come and get it (ice, ice, ice)
i f+cked that lil’ b+tch so crazy, she’d never forget it (never)
anything you ever seen me wearin’, you would never get it (damedot)
i can’t f+ck her in this hoodie, she gon’ try to steal it
got three hundred worth of ice, listen, i be chillin’ (woo)
bronem want me to hit society, think i’ma miss it (i ain’t gon’ make it)
my b+tch need some d+ckey, brodie need a chicky

[verse 2]
i’m f+ckin’ on my b+tch while her friend lookin’
these hundreds like a call booklet, it’s gon’ cost a check to book me
i’m lookin’ like a pure brick of coke, thinkin’ they could cook me
n+ggas think this sh+t be all rap ’til i’m in they bushes
i be on stage, b+tches scream my name when i’m rappin’
dog said he had the—, should’ve knew he was cappin’
so many stones on my face, i couldn’t even see what happened
i be walkin’ out the bank with these racks, i be laughin’
(hahaha)
ayy, i pulled up in a maybach truck, he pulled up in a magnum
huh, i told the b+tch call me jack ’cause i f+ck like a rabbit
if we on you, it don’t matter if your ass cost an atlas
f+ck a b+tch from the back with them racks on the mattress
i should go and be a doctor, all this drank in the cabinet
b+tch, it’s fg damedot, a dog, i’m a savage
[chorus]
walked out the trap feelin’ like a ticket
paid fifty for this pendant, n+gga, come and get it (ice, ice, ice)
i f+cked that lil’ b+tch so crazy, she’d never forget it (never)
anything you ever seen me wearin’, you would never get it (damedot)
i can’t f+ck her in this hoodie, she gon’ try to steal it
got three hundred worth of ice, listen, i be chillin’ (woo)
bronem want me to hit society, think i’ma miss it (i ain’t gon’ make it)
my b+tch need some d+ckey, brodie need a chicky

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