hoffa - damn lyrics
[intro]
d-mn
d-mn d-mn d-mnnn
[verse 1]
otr you know we up next
i ain’t even tryna brag no flex
but d-mn, look at this gold on my neck
act foul, you get hit with a tech
i don’t even f-ck with these n-gg-s
i’m only gone ride for my set
getting big, now these n-gg-s upset
started rapping, i became a threat
putting up shots all net
i ain’t never lose, i’m taking all bets
counting money, only time i sweat
god d-mn, watch how i f-ck up a check
vlone, no we don’t get along
vlone, no we don’t get along
disrespect, and get smoked like a bong
disrespect, and get smoked like a bong
god d-mn
[chorus]
d-mn d-mn d-mnnn
[verse 2]
came a long way from rapping in the bas-m-nt
n-gg-s moving rocks like cavemen
nah nah n-gg- i don’t gang bang
but i be with my n-gg-s tryna change lanes
tryna get a rolex see the times changed
watch how i stunt (stunt stunt stunt)
n-gg-s get rolled like blunts
i don’t smoke, but i be high
i do not f-ck wit these hoes, i do not f-ck with these hoes
i’m just countin’ these rolls, i’m just counting these rolls
pockets get fat, pockets get low, n-gg-s get jacked
i lose my b-tch, i’m f-ckin your hoe
that’s how it go, money the mode
it do not slow down
money got mold now, my heart it got cold now
cause n-gg-s they switch, n-gg-s they act like a b-tch
i’m just tryna get rich, f-ck all of that sh-t
my n-gg-s don’t quit, we just climbing to the top of this sh-t
boutta’ invest in a semi, cause n-gg-s tryna end me
go till it’s empty
so many n-gg-s be frienenemies
[chorus]
d-mn d-mn d-mnnn
d-mn d-mn d-mnnn
[verse 3]
nah n-gg-, you know i ain’t done yet
tryna ride around with a pocket full of tubman’s
n-gg-s f-ck with me, nah it ain’t a enough yet
tryna get a show packed with fifty thou’
step up, throw water at the crowd
i do it for my n-gg-s, make my city proud
they look up to me, n-gg-s can’t f-ck wit me
so much money, man the sh-t getting stuck to me
stay ten toes down to the pavement
work hard, real late, taking slave shifts
stack it up, stack it up, spend it, then get it back
your broke, so you ain’t really into that
me and my n-gg-s, we ain’t with the chitter chat
only if you talking about grands, cause we into that
got your b-tch on my body, you could have her back
got your b-tch on my body, you could have her back
[chorus]
d-mn
d-mn d-mn d-mnnn
d-mn d-mn d-mnnn
d-mn
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