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dbangz - ball cap lyrics

[verse 1]
yo, stop it
i’m taking watches out the pockets
for my n-ggas who ain’t got it
and i still don’t make a profit
wait, i’ll flip it, and buy a honda civic
f-ck a critic
she listen to my music i don’t ask her for the digits
godd-mn, another she in my life
the last one left
she lowkey still be in my life
give me the key to my house
’cause imma need it tonight
we don’t meet, but she in my eyelids when i’m sleeping at night

got the style sharper than a knife slice
ride motorbikes with dyk-s
it’s fine, go ahead and pull that plug on my lifeline
don’t leave me lifeless
afraid to go to that high place, but not being righteous
i be in that seventh circle if it does exist
i’m dropping sixes like the 6ers vs the f-cking knicks
clinching spliffs the size of telescopes and ice the wrist
down to 40 ounces biggest rock to swallow finds a sip
then i go to sleep, after checking lyrics
making sure i didn’t skip a beat
’cause god forbid my lyrics ain’t really sound as sweet
most people listen that others know i need counselling

[verse 2]
these n-ggas call me whack
you got me twisted like a bottle cap
i stashed my inspiration from
dime bags and lava lamps
like, oh my god ’cause jehovah he ain’t calling back
i drop relationships like roses
i don’t call a her back
and get the n-ggas who want features off my b-llsack
like, i don’t really care about offers and all that
ashes on my clothes
but i ain’t twisting my ball cap backwards
this the master, all you artists can fall back

[verse 3]
when i drop a mic
yo, i leave it scalding hot
will these women like me before clout?
i mean like, probably not
the same n-ggas who hate
the ones i’m sh-tting on
all you hear is stolen
like the beat that i’m spitting on
take your girls pads
and use them to put these written’s on
don’t worry ’bout my lyrics
’cause i’m a f-cking musician, mom
and, yeah
i’m sorry for my decisions, mom
but that was back in the past
in the present and we get along
like, you
“you wanna go to prison, son”
i don’t want no f-cking degree
but i can go get me one
and um num
sneaky politicians, the suspicious ones
kissing b-tches who’s kissing lips
taste like, the glistening sun

- dbangz lyrics

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