damedot – no rap kap lyrics
[intro]
ayy, y’all n+ggas need to get more in tune
with them real street n+ggas in y’all city
i had a n+gga tell me he from detroit (ooh, rell)
but he don’t know who damedot is
bro, how the f+ck you don’t know who dame is, n+gga?
i’m from chicago and i know who the f+ck the mafia is, n+gga
you trippin’
i had to put that n+gga on game, man
give these n+ggas a history lesson
[verse]
i just sold a brick (i just sold a brick)
i know the feds could be listening, i’m just talkin’ sh+t (hahaha)
but if you really want one, you can come and get it (you can come and get it)
my pops had the hoes, b+tch, i come from pimpin’ (i come from this sh+t)
walked in, rell, where the zaz’ at? (where the loud?)
diamonds all in the face, where the time at? (ice, ice, ice)
can’t none of these n+ggas f+ck with dame, where the lie at? (that’s facts)
average b+tch said we f+cked, where was i at? (where was i at?)
i’m a walking bankroll, rubber band me (rubber band me)
let me f+ck on the cam, onlyfans me (onlyfans me)
if i pop a percocet, it’s gon’ enhance me (it’s gon’ turn me up)
put her face in the pillow, get her back beat
took a nap, woke up, poured up, now i’m back sleep
that edd sh+t gettin’ slow, n+ggas back weak (n+ggas broke)
i just blew a dub, n+gga, last week
make her tat damedot on her asscheeks (mwah)
hmm, i used to give a f+ck about you, that’s the past me
i can’t see none of these lil’ n+ggas pass me (i can’t see it)
i ran through a hundred racks, n+gga, ask me (beep)
n+gga, i’m my own boss, you can’t tax me (you can’t tax me, n+gga)
i’ll make a dub on a bad week (racks)
she gon’ give me head in the backseat (ayy)
bro gon’ send you straight to the lord over rap beef (drrt)
yeah, b+tch, it’s up, but i’m gucci’d down (i’m gucci)
everything came from the fish, b+tch, i’m sushi’d down
if you ain’t tryna get shot, n+gga, move around (move)
you ain’t tryna slide, n+gga, tell me now (n+gga, tell me)
she say she don’t like girls, but they lip huggin’ (mwah)
it’s like my waist came with an f&n on it (woo)
i stayed on the same team, b+tch, i’m tim duncan
i don’t want your boring ass, i want your lil’ cousin (where she at?)
i know some new g+ngb+ngers that be big bloodin’
i’ma buy a thousand oranges and sit on ’em (i’ma sit on ’em)
my b+tch keep bein’ good, put a kit on her (i got you)
soon as we break up, put a hit on her (baow)
i’m in love with your b+tch, she got a head on her (i like her)
you gotta hate your ho ’cause you hit on her (you gotta hate her)
take a b+tch to rodeo, spend some sh+t on her (woo)
[chorus]
this sh+t no cap (no cap, n+gga)
this not no rap cap (f+ck nah)
i don’t want your ho, you can have the rat (come get this b+tch)
ran off on you, na+na+na+na+na (hah, i’m gone)
this sh+t no cap (no cap)
this not no rap cap (f+ck nah)
n+gga play with me, get his ass whacked (drrt)
have them boys blitz, quarterback sack (come here)
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