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aint got me - damedot lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, rell)
yeah
what i gotta do? uh (yeah)
never (yeah, want you to)

[chorus]
how many times i gotta say these hoes ain’t got me like you?
tell me what i gotta do to prove i really like you?
i could put you in christian dior and emilio pucci
i took you up and ride with me around the shoes moves
i’m so sick and tired of these n*ggas lookin’ like clowns and they fresh
got money and can’t even dress, i’m thinkin’ ’bout racks, she thinkin’ ’bout s*x
tryna find another n*gga like me, she ain’t even found him yet (she ain’t even found him yet)
n*gga asked me what kind of shoes i’m wearin’? he ain’t even found ’em yet

[verse 1]
wear the same sh*t every day, n*gga, i can’t even joke with you
this louis bubble cost me 6k, bought this b*tch on a bad day
so i don’t get wet in the rain
i’m wearin’ rick owens (i’m wearin’ rick owens)
spread my money up my arm
a designer must be watchin’ me ’cause my angels is farm
she be puttin’ that sh*t on while she listenin’ to all my songs
every time i put on that marni, sh*t, i can never do no wrong
i can never play a two*tone, this new opp pack kind of strong
i ain’t gon’ lie, man, the set gotta deal with me (deal with me)
if you f*ckin’ a n*gga, i just ask you be real with me
when i’m out of town, she be shoppin’, i tell her just sit in the build with me
gettin’ money like a sk!ll to me, i’m so fresh, she’ll k!ll for me
[chorus]
how many times i gotta say these hoes ain’t got me like you?
tell me what i gotta do to prove i really like you?
i could put you in christian dior and emilio pucci
i took you up and ride with me around the shoes moves
i’m so sick and tired of these n*ggas lookin’ like clowns and they fresh
got money and can’t even dress, i’m thinkin’ ’bout racks, she thinkin’ ’bout s*x
tryna find another n*gga like me, she ain’t even found him yet (she ain’t even found him yet)
n*gga asked me what kind of shoes i’m wearin’? he ain’t even found ’em yet

[verse 2]
drive fast in a h*llcat, i don’t know where i’m goin’
think the feds tapped my phone, i live in a million*dollar home
i f*ck her from the back on my throne
you know i’m dripped in designer every time i go to sleep
she dripped in designer too, she give a f*ck about sh*t more than me
supercharger on that tesla, they fl!ck me, i’ma keep goin’
i got a chrome heart shirt on, i got my heart on my arm
every time i ask her how she feel, she say she could feel it in her soul
i could never trust no ho, i’ve been backdoored, i’ve been bro’ed (backdoored by the bros)
really, i’m low on love, got nothin’ to give (i’m so low)
all i got is this drank and pills, she thinkin’ ’bout me, i’m thinkin’ ’bout a million
all young n*gga come and shoot, he say it’s score, we gon’ open a seal
i just chose me over you, she can’t even believe it’s you

- damedot lyrics

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