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damjonboi - big timers lyrics

[intro]
damjonboi

[verse 1: shaboo]
why you mad? ’cause we smokin’ out the pound, hater?
act in my cup lookin’ like a grape now and later (mud)
think the feds tryna send unders to cop from me
that’s why i keep on cleaning dirty money like i’m ocd
if his price is too high then i’ma take his commas
seen my future, gettin’ free bands like diamonds and dollars
see, your chain ain’t real and you ain’t either
and my diamonds like my c-ke, it both got flakes in it
i’ma show you how to whip, put your wrist in it
put the dope in the rental, hit the road, i’m riskin’ it
see, you always broke, that’s why you probably mad
i’m ’bout to drop forgis on the benz, boy, do the math
thirty pokin’ out the .40, try me, that’s your -ss
hollow tip hit you, have you sportin’ a colostomy bag
six in the deuce, sh-t look like a mud bath
try to karo me, it be a bloodbath
keep the .40 tucked, boy, we ain’t scr-ppin’, n-gg-
plus i know some k!llers that’s itchin’ to come scratch a n-gg-
i need a freak that’s pet-te to come swamp a n-gg-
she ain’t makin’ pieces but she give me good top, b-tch n-gg-
just me and four hundred grams on the road trip
’bout to make forty bands on one flip
catch me countin’ a hundred bands wearin’ a blindfold
n-gg-, i can do this sh-t with my eyes closed
i keep that strong x, go in that two pills a jar
plus i keep that lean on me like i’m mr. clark
said i keep that strong x, go in that two pills a jar
plus i keep that lean on me like i’m mr. clark

[verse 2: fettie]
yesterday was gucci, so today was bally
b-tch head was trash, took her -ss to rallys
lot of n-gg-s mad, but my b-tches happy
twenty on my neck, white buffs on, dreads nappy
knock a n-gg- top off, hit georgia, lay low
puerto rican b-tch pulled up on me, look like j-lo
vip section, whole table full of nayo
i could start a war, but they gon’ chill ’cause i said so
hit his block, get straight to the point like i’m bledsoe
two brownskin b-tches, rest them b-tches red, though
you in the club, shoes dirty, you don’t sell dope
nine hundred for the guccis, n-gg-, but the belt was four
nutted on her face, call an uber, b-tch, you can go
me and trey trey been cuttin’ up since i had the ‘fro
boo still’ll stuff a three-five in a ‘wood for sure
b’ll blood walk in your hood and take a n-gg- ho
me and brody threw a couple thousand, this sh-t on the floor

[interlude]
sb nation in this b-tch, y’all ain’t on sh-t
my n-gg- got twenty on his neck, b-tch
y’all some dirty -ss, b-m -ss n-gg-s

[verse 3: fettie]
put that square down, b-tch, i got a big ‘wood
couple n-gg-s me and bro should’ve been jugged
don’t confuse me with them lames, we don’t want love
f-ck your chain and your watch, b-tch, we want blood

[outro: shaboo & fettie]
woop, say, fettie
why the f-ck is these n-gg-s hatin’ on us, man?
these n-gg-s f-cked up, man
aw man, did y’all see you got about a hundred on your motherf-ckin’ neck, my n-gg-?
yeah, we big timers, n-gg-
this sh-t is truly beautiful, you know what i’m talkin’ about?
man, this sh-t wonderful, n-gg-
aw man, we just slid down 7 mile plus the whole d-town, aw man
the b-tches, man, aw, the b-tches, man
ayy, the whole table full of motherf-ckin’ nayo, you b-tch

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