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damedot - written lyrics

[verse 1:]
yeah, b-tch lemme guess you drunk?
in here dancing on me, you thick as f-ck
yo friend thick too, but it’s not enough
his b-tch in my dm’s so i guess it’s up
if you ain’t street
i can’t do a song with you
n-ggas really broke
that’s the first thing that’s wrong with you
buffs white as h-ll
looking like a roll of tissue
i don’t wanna f-ck
i’ma let lil’ brodie hit you

[verse 2:]
how them t-tties sit up like that? (how you do that?)
b-tch, why that -ss so fat? (why that -ss so fat?)
get on the pole
-ss naked, i’ma throw a rack
get all them hoes you be with, tell em throw it back (c’mon)
if they ain’t tryna f-ck everybody, they can lift back
i don’t want yo chain, but you can get yo b-tch sn-tched (cmere)
i got the bl!ck
[?] got the bl!ck me and my b-tch match

[verse 3:]
get on the motherf-cking floor with it
she staring at a n-gga, sliding up and down the pole with it
ar with me, i came through the front door with it
b-tch too rich, i can’t let a broke hoe get me (h-ll nah)

[verse 4:]
say she want some ace of spades
i don’t even drink, but it’s on the way
i don’t gotta flex, b-tch you know i’m paid
i don’t do sh-t here
catch me out the way

[verse 5:]
waiting on the zip, busting [?}-pops
poured a whole pint of acorn and i’m still alive
she say when i f-ck her from the back, i make her feel alive
i’ma make this b-tch c-m a thousand times
i think n-ggas ran out of money
that’s why they ain’t throwing sh-t
if i don’t buy this b-tch what she want, she gone throw a fit
if she don’t buy me what i want she get b-side b-tch
got a bag
my west side b-tch so bad, this b-tch a demon
my b-tch from toronto look like i just took her out the freezer
the only way my foreign b-tch here cause she got a visa
put yo best picture on a shirt, i just need a reason (i just need a reason)

[verse 6:]
i just dog walked this bad b-tch, she say she from england
i don’t know if this the same thing as the united kingdom
all i know is this burberry make me feel like i’m from britain

[hook:]
i knew i was gone be a boss, it was written
play by the rules, don’t get lost
it’s really pimpin’
i used to ride with zips of the sauce inside the fender
now i’m dropping zips of the dog inside the blender

i knew i was gone be a boss, it was written
play by the rules, don’t get lost
it’s really pimpin’
i used to ride with zips of the sauce inside the fender
now i’m dropping zips of the dog inside the blender

- damedot lyrics

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