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damedot – something special lyrics

[intro]
“are you in a mafia?” (no need to ask me that)
“am i in a what?”
“whatever you wanna call it, organized crime”
“i’m in the waste management business. everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up”

[verse]
yeah, fifty bands tied around my neck (all ice)
one time for my jeweler, i’m so wet (kush)
b+tch, all dame, that’s some cat, pay your bit (pay up)
fifty+five for a blue jean, b+tch, we so set (yeah, yeah)
them n+ggas gon’ tell if they get caught (yah)
my b+tch said she like a dinner get bought (got it)
two hunnid on the dash, n+gga, get lost (think about it)
he ain’t shot, turn his lamb chop to zip sauce (yeah)
axe bro ask bro, n+gga acts broke
i try to h+ll cat like a ass hole (skrrt)
only took a few minutes, get the back soul (go)
lookin’ like a new freezer but i’m at low (low key)
b+tch, i’m gettin’ to the back, what you mad for? (why you mad?)
backshots off some percs, now her back broke
this a goose, not no ordinary coke (coyote word)
this some top, this not no ordinary dope (casa)
tangerines, make them b+tches call you, “papi”
1+10 got me sh+ttin’ like a porta potty
two perks round a n+gga like a kawasaki
thick dark skin b+tch, told her get on top o’ me (come one)
she know a n+gga like the head extra sloppy
freaky b+tch, she know how to pull a mess about me
street+smart, she know how to get a check about it
if a b+tch talkin’ brazy, she gon’ check about it
my fit cost a n+gga a bankroll, i ain’t swipe sh+t
n+gga, case closed (cased closed)
paint me a b+tch, n+gga, make go
b+tch bad and freaky snake, eight go
i think this b+tch up to something (hey, i don’ know)
only thing on my mind is some money (some ranks)
with the hush, told them n+ggas donald trump me (get me the president)
and blay ask you but this time we doin’ buffits (boy)
two chain runners on but i ain’t runnin’ (versace)
one steak, one o’ your hom+bummin’ (hom+bummin’)
just took a little loss, one nothin’ (they don’ want sh+t)
facetime with fifteen hunnid pumpkins (my n+ggas)
fm57, i ain’t fussin’ (h+ll no)
no, if, and’s or but’s, i’m bustin’ (i’m bustin’)
heard his money on my head, i’ll choke ’em
drop a bag on a n+gga, somethin’ special
i got a bag, brodie got a bag too (bag too)
i got a bag, brodie got a bag too (bro got a bag)
i got a bag, my b+tch got a bag too
b+tch mad and her n+gga mad too (bump up)
i got a bag, brodie got a bag too
i got a bag, brodie got a bag too (bag too)
i got a bag, my b+tch got a bag too
b+tch mad and her n+gga mad too

- damedot lyrics

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