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gnarlycharly - damn lyrics

get the f-ckout my face
no i don’t push but i’m pumping that b-ss
cooked up this dope you can only just hope that i spare your career
show some respect when i step up in here
i get buck like a deer, taking these shots i suggest you don’t steer
got a mic that’s my nine and a rhyme that’s a bullet with your name on it too
you don’t want to play with the dude
i don’t think your dukes want to pay for your tomb
trying to aim for this c–n? is your brain on the loose? you a stain in the booth!
i’m deaf like a nigga speak sign language
rhyme challenged niggas make me chuckle
my nine damage niggas leave em laying in a puddle
of tears from denial cause your life turned to rubble
want to switch from the trains to the coupe but these niggas they aim for my toque
cause they ladies been draining my jewels
but it’s cool on the real i’d be hating me too!

d-mn!

[hook]
hm.. d-mn!

d-mn!

hm.. d-mn!

gnasty done did it!
i’m eating your food drank your juice pinky lifted
everyday christmas this nigga he gifted, you messin with us ambulance gon be rushin you
bullets they run to you, no whitney
you hear me you see me you stutter and slur like you turnt off that whiskey
you know that im known to take lives with this chrome i done blown sent your soul to the sky
never sold to this guy but he hooked on my shit
stolen my style play it kool like he silkktheshocker, no honda my nigga you otta see
how you look dumb with that flow that you robbed from me honestly
how does he think he can try to be hot as me
ain’t a crip but this star gon turn blue and i ain’t with the shits but i clap in the booth
see i’m laughing at you plus your girl gave me head like dracula do
they like “what happened to you, why you acting so rude?” none changed
i just got my cap on the loot
so i’m strapped bussing caps in the stu
like your dad on your -ss man i slap in the booth
deliver with keys not the white but the jazz in the loop
living everyday like my last
break bread with my desciples
prey fled or played dead when i arrived
don’t deny you foreshadowed your demise
when you implied you and i can contest
stress, catch your breath
that’s your last cause i aim for the chest
yea it hurt where i hit that’s a stain on your left
through your shirt and your rib yea i came for your rep
had your girl at the crib tried to mate in the nest
guess that bird wanted kids told that lady to step

gotd-mn!

[hook]

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