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fendi p - got damn lyrics

[pre-verse: curren$y]
let me smoke one with my dog
right on flake street
fendi p, corner boy p
what you call him

[verse: corner boy p]
oh sh-t, oh sh-t
b-tch you know that’s corner boy
these hoes, ain’t f-cking you, cuz you a broke boy
big wheels, riding with a barbie, in a tonka truck
nerf gun, on my lap and no, this is not a toy
oh sh-t, i think i’m facing time, sh-t got me paranoid
boost mobile clicking, n-gg-s say he ’bout to [?]
push the b-tch face out my lap, i got to make a play
ándale, honestly i pray to trap another day
god d-mn, i went through them bands, i mean like god d-mn
blowin’ gas, all in the air, no i don’t f-ck with squares
got d-mn, put them bands on him, get that n-gg- murked
his homies ain’t gon’ do sh-t for him, but put him on a shirt
god d-mn, i’m balling, and you hating, that’s so p-ssy
you a p-ssy, hating on your dog, for p-ssy, f-cking p-ssy
always pull your gun and never f-cking shoot it
(never shoot it)
i’m a real eastside n-gg-, you can’t overlook me
bring me $4,500, you could get a p
don’t tell me ’bout no cali prices, cali far from here
i’m in the club, with a stick of dope behind my ear
play legendary, f-ck around gon’ let it go in here
i came up with some n-gg-s , they feel just like me
your b-tch dm said she just wanna put her mouth on me
it’s jet life, i’m getting money, i flip twice a week
i’m talking audi g, beamer g
my scale on me, that’s major key
she give me top, my candle lit
i swerve the car, can’t handle it
these broke boy’s don’t want no smoke
i split that n-gg- cantaloupe
i got bands around the dough
i got first dibs on your hoe
just served her a
they knocking at my momma door
i blacked out in the booth
don’t f-cking ask why spitta signed me fo’

- fendi p lyrics

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