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lirik lagu playdate – 808 lamont

[verse 1: 808 lamont]
my diamond they wet wit some fish(whoo)
no icejj
i finger yo b-tch at the movies(whoo)
thats a play date
ikee ikee boy you is so funny (whoo)
(pow 7x) like daedae
lick that b-tch top to bottom
taste like honey like a payday
b-tch im hot like a lava rock
pull up like a sock, 2 knocks wit a dot
give yo brains the after shock
i come first to mind, b-tch you a afterthought
i like my b-tches hot like tabasco sauce
leave a n-gg- cold b-mp ya head cocanut
b-tch you screamin loud
cut you off cholk u up
ima hit it n-gg-, b-tch ima get it
its 808 team
b-tch you know dat im winning
we all taking flight, b-tch where is you ticket
i got my own style, you know my sh-t written
all of my songs catchin, bars like jason witten
f-cked on yo b-tch, she noisy like a kitten
b-tch i am animal daminal hot like im panama wit all the stamina
she drillin the squad, we stay ina group like a pod
huntin for n-gg-s like jobs
she callin me guapo n-gg-s fold up like a taco
i am spencer when i kick it wit socko
slam a n-gg- through a table jeff hardy
you nighas p–pers yall crashing the party
i am a heart breaker b-tch im not sorry
who is this n-gg- in front me
b-tch she small just like a jellybean
you n-gg-s is dead to me pistol singin like a melody
hop off the porch sh-t im burnin like a torch
sh-t im runnin like a course hair golden like horse
whipin that b-tch cuz that b-tch gonna ride it like porsh
(ooo)
im whipen these b-tches and flippen these
these diamonds this gold they be glistenin b-tches
dont get punked by the game yea im callin you st-tches
this sh-t is so laggy its flooded with glitches
all of yall hoes so i f-ck on these b-tches
i am a westen so i pull out the smithin
toes made of gold so im clippin these b-tches
to make me a profit go gain u some logic
these bombs i be droppin these b-tches be popin
these p-ssy hole n-gg-s dont understant knowledge
i got all the cheese but im missin the cottage
call me the rock yea im feelin so solid
pop like a bottle top raw in they nature
we throwin our head like we slip knot
dont f-ck wit n-gg-s like a jigga boo
k!ll cops (yeah) (f-ck n-gg-)

[verse: trashon brown]
took yo girl on a date, then i f-cked at her 8
f-ck what you f-ck n-gg-s got to say, beat it up like a 808
run it on a track, trashon brown couldn’t save her back
she want a ring on her finger
no ma llamas martin and gina
(hold up, pause)
what if i marry this girl?
she is a dime on a scale
shipping and handling plus tax sale
what if she handle me very well?
she got curves like the curls on her hair
(woahhh)
[verse 3: conscience]
f-ck that girl
you might the wetness
you might the looks
i’m lookin’ for the books
oh yo man call you a b-tch
you stay in the doggystyle, go ahead and fetch yo own tricks

- 808 lamont

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