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damedot - thats it lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
all i need is the fetty and the cut, that’s it
i’ll have bro pop out the cut and that’s it
i’ll tell you if it’s touched or i’ll tell you, “yeah, that’s it” (meech)
left cheek, right cheek, yeah, b+tch, that’s it
she remind me of the work how she break into a split
i just need a phone and a house and that’s it
i just need a stove, show you how to make a—
[verse]
two cubans on, that’s a kilo ’round a n+gga neck (a whole one)
next time you see me, you might see me in a rose patek
pull up in a lam’, doors go up, no, this ain’t a ‘vette
n+ggas tried to assassinate my character, that was they first attempt
i just slam dunked a hundred ‘bows, b+tch, i’m shawn kemp
exotic weed in the ‘wood, no, i don’t do thе hemps
my b+tch’ll tell you in a minute shе don’t do the shrimps (naw)
d+mn near don’t f+ck with fashion nova, she be doin’ scams (mwah)
i just want the head, lil’ b+tch, that’s it
can you give me extra spit and please make it quick? (huh?)
i don’t wanna talk, let me shop, that’s it (come on)
i ran up a real check, b+tch, get off my d+ck
brand new kit for the summer, where your new sh+t at?
n+ggas turnin’ in they old sh+t, where they do that at? (ice, ice)
n+gga, where your motion at? i can tell he ain’t got it
i’m havin’ a hard time tryna get these racks out my pocket (racks)
one, two, three, four, five, we just poured a six
airbnb for the addy, they gon’ send a—
they gon’ send an extra package with it that contain the mix
every time she see me, she give me head, can’t contain the b+tch (i can’t)
i’m walkin’ ’round with a dollar on, n+gga, check my wrist
seen this ho in a n+gga likes, had to check my b+tch
lil’ n+gga, check my ‘fit, amiri to the f+ckin’ floor
go the extra mile and put amiri on a n+gga ho
let’s play big bank take lil’ bank, let me see your roll
if i see a twenty in your sh+t, n+gga, you a ho
if you play around with the mob, we turn you to a ghost (mafia)
you ain’t tryna f+ck, b+tch, you gotta go (bye)
i don’t do the choosin’, i’m the one gettin’ chose
dizzy than a b+tch, i keep turnin’ ’round in the o
b+tch slobbed all on my lap, had to change my clothes (had to change my sh+t)
n+ggas tried to run off with my sh+t, had to change my flow
one slip+up, on god, i’ll change my ho
[chorus]
all i need is the fetty and the cut, that’s it
i’ll have bro pop out the cut and that’s it
i’ll tell you if it’s touched or i’ll tell you, “yeah, that’s it”
left cheek, right cheek, yeah, b+tch, that’s it
she remind me of the work how she break into a split
i just need a phone and a house and that’s it
i just need a stove, show you how to make a—

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