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damez - pull up lyrics

damez
yeah!

[verse 1]
can somebody tell me who f-cking with damez?
f-cking sh-t up i ain’t playing no games
yall n-gg-s suck and i put it on gang
and you wanna f-ck me ’cause yo n-gg- lame
should be ashamed, yo n-gg-‘s a scrub
if he ain’t balling then that sh-t a dub
n-gg- so icy it’s likely that
i’ll make the temperature drop when i walk in the club
my jeweler hit me to check on the specs
don’t hit my line if it ain’t bout the checks
you can just keep yo eyes on me
and i’ll keep my hands on the money and foot on they necks
flyest lil n-gg- in the motherf-ckin’ party
issa issue, we can get it motherf-ckin’ started
i’m serving them looks, i’m serving the cakes
i’m upping the stakes and curving the flakes n-gg-

[hook]
n-gg-s hate when a young n-gg- pull up
v8 in the foreign with the hood up
still got my foot on they necks
young n-gg- been running up a check
then i f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye, aye!
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye!
then i f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye, aye!
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye!
b-tches love when a young n-gg- pull up
make it twerk, do that sh-t with her foot up
still got my foot on they necks
young n-gg- been running up a check
then i f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye, aye!
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye!
then i f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye, aye!
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye!

[verse 2]
tell me come through when he wanna get his sh-t up
f-ck ’em then i make him and his main b-tch split up
if he wanna cap then he ain’t getting hit up
n-gg- cross the gang then that n-gg- gettin lit up (unh)
my hair is luxurious, yo n-gg- curious
if not that f-ck n-gg- furious
’cause i’m the sh-t and i’m poppin’
but i’ll get it poppin’ lil n-gg- i’m so f-cking serious
make ’em drool when a young n-gg- pop out
i finished school f-ck n-gg- i ain’t drop out
i’m big goals and i smoke big blunts
n-gg- so fine bet ya can’t just look once
how he so clean but that young n-gg- snappin’?
you wanna f-ck me cuz yo n-gg- cappin’
just call me the inspiration i just checked my notifications
they still double tapping, b-tch

[verse 3]
these n-gg-s mad ’cause i look like i’m rich
i’ll scoop up ya b-tch and take her to phipps
luxury threads and luxury whips
he want me naked to squat and do splits
mmm, f-ck it i’ll keep on the chains
yo n-gg- creepin’ and peepin’ the gains
eat off ya plate and i’ll swerve in ya lane
tell me though who the h-ll f-cking with damez? n-gg-

then i f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye, aye!
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye!
then i f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye, aye!
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye!
then i f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye, aye!
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye!
then i f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye, aye!
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, aye! (unh)

-laugh-
damez

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