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blitz - damedot lyrics

[chorus]
pull up on a b*tch, i’m in a striker, i just left the opps
bro don’t even smoke, but he gon’ smoke you n*ggas like some ‘za
knew i was that n*gga then, i know i’m still that n*gga now
the same speed we got them b*tches in, we gon’ get ’em out
(welcome to the trenches (trenches), stay dangerous)
all a boss n*gga know is stuntin’
yeah, she bad, but i need me a b*tch that get money (mwah)
when brodie blitz that chopstick hold a hundred
my plug never stop them b*tches comin’
you ever seen ten thousand fetty blues?
bad b*tch say i’m bein’ rude
b*tch, i dropped my cup ‘fore i got here, i got an attitude
we crunchin’, you can bring out ten dime bottles, we got it covered (real gutter sh*t)
sl*t a b*tch, treat her like she nothin’

[verse 1]
b*tch, why would i call for a deuce when i want a pint?
why, when i try to f*ck her friend, b*tch, it’s only right?
bro say he’d k!ll for a chain, i said, “it’s only ice”
my watch look like a brand*new foreign with the fluorescent lights
bro just got released from the feds ready to catch a m
**** just put a n*gga in the grass, we don’t do attempts (d*mn)
so many hoes in my phone, b*tch think i’m a pimp
the way my hoes be gettin’ what they want, you’d think i’m a simp (never)
[chorus]
pull up on a b*tch, i’m in a striker, i just left the opps
bro don’t even smoke, but he gon’ smoke you n*ggas like some ‘za
knew i was that n*gga then, i know i’m still that n*gga now
the same speed we got them b*tches in, we gon’ get ’em out

[verse 2]
if you don’t see me with ’em, don’t ask me ’bout them n*ggas
superstar in my city, rap n*ggas be wantin’ pictures (yeah)
pretty hoes be wantin’ d*ck, rap n*ggas be wantin’ features
i’m forever my brother’s keeper
can’t see you lil’ n*ggas talkin’ from the bleachers
i’m already hot and i got my heater
i should’ve dropped out of school, more rich than the teachers
i took the emblems off the striker, now this b*tch a sleeper (vroom)
if you see me flyin’ down your street, you just seen a reaper
pull up on your b*tch, i smell like fetty, i just left the block (rrr)
unc’ don’t know you n*ggas, he’d smoke you n*ggas like a rock (on god)
knew i was a lean head when i poured up at 5 o’clock
she think i’m finna spend the night with her, but i’m really not (aw)
ice on my hoes up, came in with a load out (ice, ice, ice)
my b*tch got her toes out, gettin’ her back blown out (mwah)
i can’t never leave 7 mile, boy, i’m zoned out (red zone)
n*gga put my name in a rap, they gon’ take his f*ckin’ soul out (dlrrt)
all the boss hoes and it’s sold out
[chorus]
all a boss n*gga know is stuntin’
yeah, she bad, but i need me a b*tch that get money (mwah)
when brodie blitz that chopstick hold a hundred
my plug never stop them b*tches comin’
you ever seen ten thousand fetty blues?
bad b*tch say i’m bein’ rude
b*tch, i dropped my cup ‘fore i got here, i got an attitude
we crunchin’, you can bring out ten dime bottles, we got it covered (mafia)
sl*t a b*tch, treat her like she nothin’ (mwah)

- damedot lyrics

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