shoreline mafia - damm lyrics
[intro: fenix flexin]
hey, yuh
shoreline motherf+cking mafia man
what the f+ck these n+ggas talking bout’ bruh
h+llawave, otx sh+t, let’s get it
turn up, turn up, turn up
b+tch, b+tch, lil b+tch
ay x6
[chorus: fenix flexin]
i just got caught in the jam (damm)
i hope my pistol dont jam (damm)
i just rolled up by the grams (damm)
heard they want beef i go ham (damm)
i just pulled up with the [?] (damm)
run up on you and your mans (damm)
i found out she got a man (damm)
she just put me on the gram (damm)
molly spin me like a fan (yuh)
i found out that b+tch she a fan (damm)
fenix flexin goin in (damm)
all these n+ggas they pretend (damm)
[???]
all my broskis goin in (yeah)
i live my life full of sins (sins)
free [?] we got the [?] (free em’)
[verse 1: fenix flexin]
my family looking like we lost it (what?)
i be wеaring f+cking [?] (what?)
i’m bout to cut you like a possum (yuh)
glock .40 imma drop em (brrrah)
b+tch i’m really what i rap about
thе p+ssy is turnin’ to a habbit now (habbit now)
oxycontin got me tappin’ out (damm)
xanax bars i bring the savage out (wuh)
try to rob me, pull the wammy out (wah)
i shoot at you and you (wah)
i just pulled up in the coupe (gang)
then i skrrt off with your boo (gang)
young n+gga really bout’ it
pull up on me, man down, that’s a body
.22, 30 clip in a body
head high [?] like i’m scotty (bah, bah, bah)
all these n+ggas wanna f+ck with me (f+ck with me)
but all these n+ggas they broke (y’all broke)
i swear to god y’all jokes (y’all jokes)
y’all don’t really want smoke (no smoke)
og gas what i smoke
i smoke a wizard till i choke (i choke)
i f+cked your b+tch up in the mini van
you know b+tch she got choked
[verse 2: ohgeesy]
backwoods, swisher i don’t care, roll the weed up
i be coppin’ p’s, i don’t never have the pesos
i be throwing [?] everyday, b+tch i ease up
i be touchin’ h+lla dope, i don’t play with pesos
red, white and green that’s a gucci coat
got a [?] that’s a gucci [?]
two milligrams then you gucci bro
.40 with me everywhere i go, i toolie tote
got a b+tch so bad, she really bad, [?]
boy i hit it, hit it once, pass it to my folks
i ain’t like them [?] n+ggas, man they [?]
i ain’t like you p+ssy n+ggas, man they really broke (really broke)
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