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lil_domm - no hook lyrics

[verse 1 : zeek]
oo yuh oo oo yuh yuh oo aye

f-ck what you thank
put some more ice in my drank
might hit the bank
diamond water fish tank
i got the wok
told her hide it in my sock
totin’ the glock
f-ck around get shot

[verse 2: jank]
n-gga try me put 10 shots in his chest
p-ssy n-gga why you wearin a vest
these n-ggas funny ha lls
pull up on em in a m-ff-ckin tesl
n-ggas copyn me this ain’t no test
fly private jet f-ck a southwest
pop a perc now im itchin my chest
send a missle wit a text
your b-tch on my d-ck why she so pressed

[verse 3: lil dom]
check my wirst its frozen
dunk dat bih derozan
shoot it when im open
diamonds on me dance
put you in a trance
no. 9 my pants
itchy palms like ants

[verse 4: zeek]
i pull up in audi matte black
yo b-tch on me call it back pack
might go to l.a blow a stack
i trap and i make it right back
look at my jeans yea that’s rips
p-ss her to the team like some chips
my name bet not come out your lips
unless you want hear ak’s rip
not metro but this sh-t be be boomin
catch me in the lamb i be zoomin
i’m makin the hits and im flippin the bricks
yea, my life is a m-ff-ckin movie
a movie but i am not actin
f-ck with me and i send you -ss packin
i better not catch yo -ss lackin
i stay with the backends on backends

[verse 5: jank]
i keep a shoe string on the mac
hit a foreign b-tch only from the back
my n-gga manny blow da paq
got shooters they stay in iraq
free lil tay k out the stack
stay 10 toes never lack
im at the korner call up matt
if you gang then we yell slatt
your sister topp me dats facts
these n-ggas goofy like aye pap
dont f-ck that b-tch
she got da clap
that n-gga snitched he off the map
my n-ggas trap keep da strap
she call my phone
like where im at
shout out dom where you at
“hey bro”
we cookin up jus call me chef
ima playboi r.i.p heff
i got da clout i hate the press i f-cked your b-tch you looked depressed
im gnarly call me johnny test
aim at your head f-ck a vest
she told you my d-ck game da best

[verse 6: flacko]
im runnin these racks
flipping these stacks
rollie on froze wit yo b-tch innna back
versace my sack
i stay wit da strap
aiming them thangs hit yo -ss inna back
gucci my cap
louie my back
toating these hoes cause i stay wit the racks
nbc n-gga you know where im at
stop guessing lil n-gga you know that its facts
just run me the max
catch me at lax
sippin henney i needa relax

[verse 7: zeek]
sippin the henney i need to relax
copped 2 more glocks call em ruby and max
got yo b-tch in the back she smokin blacks
can’t f-ck wit the gang we run up the racks

[verse 8: jank]
i hang wit goons we rob a bank
shawdy tryn link but her p-ssy stank
my white girls they wear pink
im wit zeek and flacko you can call me jank

- lil_domm lyrics

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