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damjonboi - consistency lyrics

[intro]
(damjonboi)

[verse 1: damjonboi]
i heard this story ’bout your incident, that was some brazy sh+t
stayed down, consistency d+mn near made me rich
pull up on my ex in a mercedes, that sh+t made her sick
catch that lil’ n+gga, we gon’ k!ll him, he ain’t paid me yet
in the club, almost threw a dub, b+tch, come give me hug
she thought i was tryna get some p+ssy, we just having fun
i ain’t gotta c+ck this fn, it’s one in the head
dare a n+gga try some goofy sh+t, and he gon’ be dead
socked off should’ve been my middle name, ’cause all i see is red (godd+mn)
living like a king (uh), my life feel like a dream
made it out the struggle, b+tch, you wouldn’t believe what i seen
soon as i got my name up, i went and blessed my team
finna tell oba “come grab whatever, you don’t owe me sh+t”
b+tch came over to watch a movie, now she blowing d+ck
they let some real n+ggas in the game, now it’s over with
why the f+ck you rapping ’bout some sh+t if you ain’t sold it yet?
my brother told me go ‘head, keep shining, motherf+cker
crib so ducked, sometimes, i can’t find that motherf+cker
hit his block back to back to back, call that chainsmokin’
nightmares, thinking ’bout how we left dog brains open
shoot him in his chest a hundred times, leave his chain smoking
[verse 2: oba rowland]
game over, now you looking for your mans like in hangover
blame over, i only play in safes when the bank open
selling mob just like the zoo when they left the cage open
my b+tch got more hoes than me, yeah, she dej loafin’
jonboi make beats and push keys, i think he beethoven
n+gga want my head? go ahead, put some pape’ on it
i’ll drop your dropper, and take the money that you paid for it
your mans a ho, n+gga, you’s a ho
k!ll me, your baby mama still coming to my funeral
lil’ b+tch saying i’m the sh+t every sideshow that dookie roll
you ain’t got sh+t to show a b+tch, yeah, that’s what you be on
all my hoes is with me or they miss me
all my b’s got buns, got me feeling like i’m pimp c
gold ropes around my neck, b+tch, you cannot lynch me
boy, you ain’t no k!ller if after, your sh+t ain’t empty
(d+mn, your sh+t ain’t empty?)
i was born straight, but i’ma die rich
you should terrorize n+ggas for they water like a pirate
n+ggas took that sh+t in if you want it, like he quiet
’round here, n+ggas busting your melon, no papaya (for real)

[outro: oba rowland]
yeah, that’s the one

- damjonboi lyrics

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