damjonboi – uncle elroy lyrics
[intro: damjonboi]
f-ck these n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout?
ayy, quon
it’s on right now, n-gg-
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
my baby j prince on your b-tch, n-gg-
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
ayy, plug
woo, ayy
[verse 1: damjonboi]
i ran with the real ones, i know n-gg-s bluffin’
b-tch got me f-cked up, i got rolled in these hussons
she loved game 7 so i know that we f-ckin’
few n-gg-s turned they back on me so it’s f-ck ’em
i love your b-tch ’cause we got a bond
hit the lab, pour some juice with my n-gg- quon
lil’ b-tch keep asking what’s in my cup
this ain’t no patrón, this a hi-tech slush
we was f-cked up until them blues came
me and quon did the burberry on tuesday
she gon’ suck me then leave, i don’t do dates
got me a four and got that b-tch some d’usse
n-gg-s run they mouth, but we ain’t runnin’ from sh-t
all i gotta do is text her, she gon’ run to this d-ck
n-gg-s never liked my hood, scared to come in this b-tch
big -ss .40 with the drum on that b-tch
[verse 2: kasher quon]
f-ckin’ with a b-tch that take no drugs
bougie lil’ b-tch, barely smoke crud
bag super petty, you can’t show love
only bag up tens ’cause you don’t know dubs
hang with a bunch of p-ss-es, you don’t know thugs
boy say he know me but i don’t know cuz
can’t be out here tryna rap with no buzz
you a petty -ss n-gg- and a whole scrub
buffs all white, n-gg-, hold tub
blue face hundreds, n-gg-, no dubs
you a broke -ss n-gg- with no grind, boy
don’t want the beat if it ain’t meech, prince, or jonboi
he got his eyes on my gl-sses, i was on boy
ar with a scope, finna find boy
think i’m sweet, must’ve really lost your mind, boy
think he tough off that perc’ but i don’t mind boy
[verse 3: damjonboi & kasher quon]
on my way back with ten in that envoy
ghetto n-gg- in the ‘burbs, uncle elroy
get that sh-t from every angle, used to sell boy
used to hate working at temp service in ‘troit
them percocets f-ckin’ with my mind
try to run off, these .223’s f-ckin’ with your spine
got your b-tch rollin’ backwoods, pouring lines
got my b-tch rolling dark stouts, pouring mines
feds h-t the spot, this the second time
caught with another strap, this the second iron
push a n-gg- sh-t back for disrespecting mine
i ain’t scared to catch a body, it’s the second time
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