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grimeball - daj lyrics

aye
he ain’t good at making money
he ain’t good at making gwalla
he is not about a dollar
n*ggas just loud & voicestrous
n*ggas got at making noises
my expenses 10 bands lil n*gga
i ain’t really into little boy sh*t
b*tch bringing them bands
uh
imma tell her she’s gorgegous
i ain’t worried about your friends lil b*tch
i’m just stacking my motion
n*gga worried about allat, this & that
i’m worried about the forbes list
n*ggas still living at mommas house
i’ll make you do some chores b*tch
i really wish a n*gga would pop out
imma be sl!cker than lotion
i was really in the dungeon
i climbed out to the open
then the b*tch showed me lamborghini
then the b*tch showed me the ocean
n*ggas never do nothing thats worthy of nothing
thats is not why they toastin’
n*ggas be celebrating all they failures
i can give a f*ck about your low sh*t
last time n*ggas tried me
fah, fah ,fah
heard “oh sh*t!”
i done seen n*ggas left gross gross gross
bro the grossest
i can smell the death in the room
sometimes smell like roses
sometimes i smile to lighten up the mood but i ain’t joking
play with me b*tch i love games
install it & load it!
swear the homie just made two mill
we ain’t on average joe sh*t
swear the homie just hit for 80 bands
we ain’t on average joe sh*t
i ain’t gone tell what i done did
just know i got motion
due to statute of limitations
imma always keep it kosher!
call of duty strap in the pocket
always keep the air fryin’ toaster
left got a rollie
right wrist, nothing
so what!
i love when a b*tch come through
she always bring money and drugs
$100,000 always finds its way to me
i love my luck
me & shorty really really love bands
you’re like “where’s the love”
i own my masters, my distribution, and my pub
i own a couple whips, a couple diamonds
b*tch i’m up
you never met me at a hookah lounge or at a club
in high school he was the man
but now, he’s a dub
if you ask him to pull up
bet he’s in some junk
i like this beat cause it sound like motherf*cking get crunk
i’m with 5 b*tches at one time, you know i keep it plush
shorty keep doing lines, im like “where is the rush?”
i’m outside of the valet, like “where is the truck?”
i give a f*ck who she think she is like, “where is the suck?”
f*ck insurance, i assure you n*ggas better go duck
the chicken heads thats with him? yeah they finna get plucked
rich b*tch got tlc & she hate scrubs
grandma always told me “speak direct”, so i hate subs
you can’t compare to me, i never had to the take the bus
it wasn’t an option, only a car thats fast as f*ck
the fans, they be cheering for me and i love the love
go dajai go
send a f*cking ho aye
two b*tches want me doing double dutch on a ho
had every whip but not i might go big truck on a ho
shorty say she’s a fighter i’ll make her get buck on ho
sometimes i just pray to god &
ask god, just send the lo’
i had to lose the cap, thats why i had to grow a fro’
i got the steady shooter badge
& the give & go
i got the field general badge
when you with me, you grow

- daj lyrics

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