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damjonboi - fuck dat lyrics

[intro: damjonboi]
woop
that’s big sb, you dumb -ss n-gg-s, hah
jose the plug
what’s up, plug?
this sh-t easy, ayy tricky

[verse 1]
i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s ’cause i know that they don’t f-ck with me
skrrt off in the benz, tell lil’ brody drive the truck for me
plug got them strong cookie zips, he want three bucks a piece
stretch him in a candy-painted oldie with the bucket seats
just got out of jail, 12 always tryna f-ck with me
boy, you broke as h-ll, that lil’ -ss money ain’t no cheese
what you tryna re-up with, i spend it on some jeans
i got a redbone b-tch, look like alicia keys
she say she wanna drive the boat, trigga gave her the keys
i f-cked her on the floor, we f-ckin’ up our knees
walked up in truth, seen my mans in that b-tch
i wasn’t even tryna flex, we spent ten in this b-tch
i really love the strippers, yes, i do respect they hustle
by the time i’m done raining, she gon’ leave out with a duffle
caught doggy danglin’ on the 8, i should’ve bust him
sb gang, we the topic of discussion

[chorus]
can’t f-ck with these hatin’ -ss n-gg-s and these hoes
came up quick, walkin’ out the jewelry store froze
nah, f-ck that, i’m tryna put my whole hood on
if i up that, i bet i send your stupid -ss home
can’t f-ck with these hatin’ -ss n-gg-s and these hoes
came up quick, walkin’ out the jewelry store froze
nah, f-ck that, i’m tryna put my whole hood on
if i up that, i bet i send your stupid -ss home

[verse 2]
eighty on my neck, sixty on my brick
forty on my wrist, ten on your b-tch
got fifty on my fist, twenty on my wrist
i spent thirty on my chain, got these n-gg-s p-ssed
i feel like the old wop with all this jewelry on
fettie white buffs, big cuban on
know some bloods in the zone that’ll do you wrong
grab a brick, bust it down, and put my brother on
ayy, i know some n-gg-s on the 8 get they hustle on
i spent four hundred on this creed, this ain’t regular cologne
i got some n-gg-s down the way that ain’t comin’ home
throw a brick in the blender, get your double on
rest in peace my n-gg- nipsey, get your hustle on
n-gg- hatin’ on sb, what the f-ck is wrong?
if it ain’t about no money, don’t call my f-ckin’ phone
i put some money on they head and get them n-gg-s gone

- damjonboi lyrics

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