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damedot - speed limit lyrics

[intro]
marc madness, let’s go crazy

[chorus]
b+tch, i drive fast, i don’t care about the speed limit
12 pulled the trackhawk over, think it’s weed in it
my son can’t get none of this pop ’cause it’s lean in it
i told him, “if you play, then you lay”, i guess he ain’t listen (i guess he ain’t listen)
i just touched some oranges off my apple
i don’t wanna dap you, you reach, we gon’ fap you (bah)
put a switch on the glock, now that b+tch shootin’ rapid
i got all these carats on my body like a rabbit (ice, ice, ice)

[verse]
i gotta put her out after i nut, it’s a habit
i’ll put some cheese on your ass like a sandwich
turn to ludacris, i just started throwin’ ‘bows out (come get ’em)
pull up with two long sleeves, n+ggas think it’s cold out (yеah)
i’ll show up to a n+gga kickback with the load out (blrrt)
mention my name, thеn you bringin’ all the hoes out (mwah)
rose gold everything, i should bring the rose out
(i should bring the rose out on these ho+ass n+ggas)
six cellphones, if it ain’t money, i ain’t pickin’ up
don’t tell me sh+t ’bout my ex, i don’t give a f+ck
you put all your trust in that b+tch and she stood you up (ha+hah)
i’m a big dog, you a lil’ pup (you a lil’ pup)
you call that b+tch bae, that’s my lil’ sl+t
she be lookin’ like a whole meal, i wanna eat her up (i wanna eat her up)
you could bring a brick back to life if you heat it up (on god)
this a turnaround if you meet me there
five+percent tint, they can’t see in here (they can’t see in here)
ridin’ with your b+tch, she ain’t supposed to be in here (d+mn)
this dog i got bite back, you should be aware (rrr)
all my hoes come in twos, i’ma need a pair
these ain’t no girbaud jeans, b+tch, these amiris (these amiris)
lightskin b+tch thick as sh+t like tahiri
she gon’ ride the d+ck like she ridin’ on a ten+speed (ayy, ayy, ayy)
she gon’ call to text on my phones when she miss me
christian loubs on a n+gga feet like i’m with the bloods
all nipsey blues in my pocket, rest in peace to cuz
i could’ve been a doctor, but instead, i wanted to be a plug
you could’ve been rich, but instead, you wanna be a thug
she ran up on me cryin’, said she need a hug
gave my b+tch ten racks, gave up on my thug
if i had one wish, i wish i could be a drug
don’t trip at my show, you gon’ die right there in the club
[chorus]
b+tch, i drive fast, i don’t care about the speed limit
12 pulled the trackhawk over, think it’s weed in it
my son can’t get none of this pop ’cause it’s lean in it
i told him, “if you play, then you lay”, i guess he ain’t listen (i guess he ain’t listen)
i just touched some oranges off my apple
i don’t wanna dap you, you reach, we gon’ fap you (bah)
put a switch on the glock, now that b+tch shootin’ rapid
i got all these carats on my body like a rabbit (ice, ice, ice)

[outro]
marc madness, let’s go crazy

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