a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

damjonboi - back 2 da basics lyrics

[intro]
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
hmm

[verse 1]
back to the basics
i mean, back to the bas+m+nt
got that paper on my mind, i gotta chase it
hit a n+gga with this fin, give him a facelift
wocky in my cup, lil’ mama wanna taste it
all them feelings that i had, i erased ’em
you gon’ know when it’s your time, have patience
f+ck around and turn that boy into a patient
yeah
fresh than a b+tch, jumpin’ out a sp+ceship
when i was pourin’ drank, we got them b+tches by the cases
trappin’ all month, in the joggy in some asics
i got some sh+t i wanna say, just turn the beat up
these n+ggas hatin’ while i’m somewhere with my feet up
i’m a petty+ass n+gga, get your baby mama bеat up
pull this d+ck out and tell a b+tch to eat up
i was chosen, hutch watеr got a n+gga frozen
freezin’, baby give me top, then i’m leavin’
believe this, if she f+ck me, that’s an achievement
right pocket all blues, my sh+t cheesy
i gave these thugs motivation like i’m jeezy
pop my motherf+ckin’ collar, please believe me
drop a tape in one day, this sh+t easy
could leave if i wanted to, this sh+t need me
[chorus]
hmm, f+ck some rap sh+t, b+tch, i’m really up
they gon’ talk, they gon’ hate, i don’t give a f+ck
born and raised in the slums, boy, i’m really cut
back to back in them ‘cats, tear the city up
f+ck some rap sh+t, b+tch, i’m really up
they gon’ talk, they gon’ hate, i don’t give a f+ck
born and raised in the slums, boy, i’m really cut
back to back in them ‘cats, tear the city up

[verse 2]
baby say h+llo to the plug
i was wearin’ rick when n+ggas ain’t know what the f+ck it was
’bout to drop another tape just because
tell a b+tch that, “i love you”, but i know it was the drugs
tried to leave the b+tch alone, but she keep callin’
give a f+ck about these n+ggas, i’ma keep ballin’
i’ve been made it to the finish line, i just kept joggin’
a ho gon’ be a ho when the streets callin’
family stabbed me in my back with the same knife
we used to cut the cake with, d+mn, bro, that’s fake sh+t
same n+gga i used to call twin, countin’ pape with
weird n+ggas doin’ f+ck sh+t i can’t relate to
i got a couple crip b+tches out in cali
she gon’ pull up soon as i drop the addy
nah, it ain’t no lil’ loss, i ain’t mad at all
she don’t want no percocet, she want adderall
[chorus]
mmm, f+ck some rap sh+t, b+tch, i’m really up
they gon’ talk, they gon’ hate, i don’t give a f+ck
born and raised in the slums, boy, i’m really cut
back to back in them ‘cats, tear the city up
f+ck some rap sh+t, b+tch, i’m really up
they gon’ talk, they gon’ hate, i don’t give a f+ck
born and raised in the slums, boy, i’m really cut
back to back in them ‘cats, tear the city up

- damjonboi lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS