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damjonboi - knock it off lyrics

[verse 1]
in the club fresh as f+ck, got that sh+t on (yes, sir)
pop a bottle, smoke a ‘wood, take your b+tch home
hmm, i was bored, found some n+ggas i could sh+t on (uh+huh)
b+tch say she got some tea about me, get your sip on (f+ck?)
i don’t wanna talk, b+tch, i want my d+ck sucked (yes, yes)
and you better not stop until you get the hiccups (woo)
if it ain’t no money callin’ my phone, i ain’t gon’ pick up
h+ll nah, i wasn’t surprised when i seen some n+ggas switch up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m a one man army, they tryna clique up (they tried)
i could smash ’em all, i ain’t gotta pick one (yes, sir)
but if i had to choose, you know i want the thick one (uh+huh)
is you a gangster or a rapper? gotta pick one
ah, i know my mama mad ’cause all i rap about is drugs (sorry, mama)
i’m sorry, mama, me and rp fell in love (godd+mn)
p+ssy n+ggas tryna catch a punchline, catch a slug
[?] me up in [?], these f+ck n+ggas, it’s a dub
mmm, boy, boy dropped again, now the hood talkin’
christian loubs on my feet, b+tch, i’m blood walkin’
b+tch, i’m really from the dirt, got that mud off me
stick around long enough and get a plug off me

[chorus]
i’m a boss
don’t compare me to no workers, what it cost? (what it cost?)
you could tell these n+ggas perpin’, i get off
use your motherf+ckin’ head, b+tch, ‘fore i knock it off
i get off
mmm, b+tch, i’m a boss
don’t compare me to no workers, what it cost? (what it cost?)
you could tell these n+ggas perpin’, i get off
use your motherf+ckin’ head, b+tch, ‘fore i knock it off
i get off (yeah)
[verse 2]
my lil’ georgia b+tch always askin’ for sh+t (always askin’ for sh+t)
denim tear joggy, i cut grass in this sh+t
n+gga make another diss, we on his ass for that sh+t
i was down on my ass, couldn’t pass up a l!ck (woo)
my nap b+tch always mad as h+ll, but she bad as h+ll
thick brownskin caramel, smell like chanel (mwah)
fans said i need to drop more, let me pop this then
plug gon’ drop anything i point at, so i locked him in
n+ggas been stealin’ sauce, but i can’t even say sh+t (i can’t)
f+ckin’ with my pape’, that ain’t sh+t to play with (k!ll your ass)
n+ggas wish i fell off, knowin’ i’ma stay lit (b+tch)
took one l, bounced back, and i’ma stay rich (b+tch)
we don’t do that lil’ sh+t, this a big+body (skrrt)
i know these n+ggas want me dead, so i keep stick by me (yeah)
where all the hate comin’ from? i hit his b+tch probably (i did)
f+ck a n+gga summer up, he can’t do sh+t ’bout it

- damjonboi lyrics

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