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damjonboi - white ones lyrics

[intro]
(damjonboi)
don’t play with him
yeah
ayy

[verse]
pourin’ wocky in the 550, lane switchin’ (skrrt)
n+ggas broke as f+ck, i wouldn’t even aim with ’em (poor)
certified producer, well+known gang member (yeah)
i love my lil’ n+ggas, even shared the game with ’em
bad b+tch waitin’ at the room, wanna suck me up (yeah)
by the finish line, i can’t let these n+ggas f+ck me up
they lyin’ to you if they tell you i don’t be cuttin’ up
i don’t drink liquor, i got mud in this double cup
cajun got a stick on him, i got my stick too
showed the ho a twenty+ball, now watch what this b+tch do (let’s get it)
streets say i’m heavy, but to me, it’s just a light run
tryna run me up a half a ticket in these white ones
ain’t just rappin’ ’bout it, b+tch, i got it with me (yeah)
blood spinned that b+tch so many times, he gettin’ dizzy
took her to j. alexander, give a f+ck about some benis
dog said he dropped a h+llcat, it’s just a hemi
huh, don’t play with that man
i take care of my whole fam, what you gon’ say to that man?
slide down with the chops, better pray for that man
say he rainin’ in the club, he only came with a band
oh, you got rp 20s? give ’em here
i tried to help a few n+ggas, they was weird (man)
them n+ggas had a lil’ run for ’bout a year
i dropped a diss song and ended his career
hm
in competition with myself, i’m just keepin’ up (nah, for real)
dog called me ’bout his ho, boy, you weak as f+ck
you say you wanna cop a— meet me by the pizza hut
f+ck you got a chain for if you gon’ keep it tucked?
every time my phone ring, it’s about some pros
ain’t thinkin’ ’bout you n+ggas, boy, i’m flexin’ on the hoes
me and baby p up in vip, drinkin’ rose
i used to window shop, now i wake up in designer robes
f+ck signin’ with you n+ggas, got my own label (my own sh+t)
eatin’ steak and calamari at my own table
jumped on a plane, i just landed in that
f+ck the soul out my b+tch, sold some beats, and came back
them lil’+ass guns, now why would you bring that?
they said he disappeared, he should’ve brought that cheese back
i told the b+tch i love her, i ain’t really mean that (i didn’t)
and i can never need a ho, ’cause, b+tch, i need racks
in the club rainin’, i’m just two steppin’
sb fire life, b+tch, what you reppin’?
slid on they whole gang, and we still steppin’
they locked my whole hood up, and we still pressin’
better turn your savage up, they ain’t playin’ fair (they not)
the only problem that i got is what i’m ’bout to wear (let me see)
don’t give me head in no bed, b+tch, pull up a chair
i can’t get torny off my mind, i wish he was here
takin’ percocets for the pain ’cause i need to vent
dumb n+gga keep buyin’ chains but can’t pay his rent
your b+tch can’t put up with my sh+t, but she say we mid
in them foreigns, tryna do the dash, life behind tint

- damjonboi lyrics

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