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dominic martin – didn’t i lyrics

these hoes posting photos with -ss poking out
i already know what this bad jokes about
focus now
she’s in some broken house
toking now
getting stroken down
on an oak wood couch
with a cloak wrapped around
while her feet in the air
i noticed her loafers brown
she’s open now
don’t no where she’s roaming now
she’s hopeless now
i hope this sound
lifts her out of her sorrows but she hopes to drown
shawties acting wild
filling the void with loud henny and black and milds
won’t even crack a smile
ain’t laughed in a while
and it’s vile
cuz as a child
her parents vowed to make her smile
sent her to school in style
even had her own whip she would drive for miles
until she met myles
who handed her a vial
and said try it
you won’t even need no diet
this ones on the house, don’t even need to buy it
her eyes widened
after feeling the high and
it was surprising
but now she’s lying
od’d on the floor dying
while her fathers on his knees crying
compromising
the pains cemented inside
he rolled over and sniffed up the rest of her line
pulled out a nine
shot his wife in her mind
now he ain’t right in his mind
after this scene he seen it seems he didn’t need his life
as he looks up in the sky and screams didn’t i treat you right

my homeboy got a girl that be showing her -ss
posting on the gram literally showing her -ss
hoeing for cash
he know it won’t last
but that p-ssy so good he’s tryna throw it a chance
to be faithful
you know
pancakes on the table
every morning with some maple
tryna save the
relationship
but she can’t refrain from taking d-ck
to make some chips
beautiful woman with the mind of a basic b-tch
sugar daddy got her taking trips
and lace her with
designer then give her some lazy d-ck
hood n-ggas make her strip
baking spliffs
of jamaican piff
my homie don’t know what to make of this
but he don’t wanna make her dip
she came rushing in the crib
said she’s pregnant with kid
he wonder is it really his
now he’s bouncing round the house and he’s starting to stress
i told him go and roll a blunt and let that sh-t process
he ask me if i had a dutch i said my nig y yes
as he was rolling up a sack
got a call on his jack
saw the shock in his face and he even dropped the hash
said his doctor hit em back
to let em know he had the pack
d-mn
he went rushing for his b-tch
and starting punching in her ribs
as he look her in the eyes
with so much hate in despise
he screamed why
then he cried

- dominic martin lyrics

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