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still get it - damedot lyrics

[verse 1 ?]
sliding in that two door coupe with the missing roof
me and [?], i ain’t coaching games when i tell them shoot
yeah, b*tch, i’m from the red zone, but the [?] blue
probably can’t f*ck her off these trues, but the ice will do
b*tch, i need that straight drop molly, move if you ain’t got it
took my b*tch for gucci, louis, prada, she a shopaholic
if i ain’t no eastside n*gga, what the f*ck you call it?
put the re*up money to the side, and just [?] the profit
i’m the best sh*t that’s happen in a long time
if hoes had to wait to suck my d*ck, it’d be a long line
na, i let them do it right now, call it on time
and if your rollie tick tock, boy, you on the wrong time
microwave man, telling them that we ain’t f*cking with us
walk in smelling like loud, like them onions with us
[?] in this b*tch, so them gunners with us
[?] i see [?], yeah, they running with us

[chorus ?]
it’s money on the floor, i’ma come get it
i ain’t worried ’bout no hoes, i’m a real n*gga
shout out to my day one n*ggas, ’cause i’m still with them
shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, ’cause i still get it
it’s money on the floor, i’ma come get it
i ain’t worried ’bout no hoes, i’m a real n*gga
shout out to my day one n*ggas, ’cause i’m still with them
shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, ’cause i still get it
[verse 2: peezy]
can’t f*ck with us and they know it, they jealous[?]
get one of you lil n*ggas sparked for ’bout 1100
i ain’t even going to the store without that metal on me
40 with a 30 in that b*tch, that’s for whoever want it
7 bands on me, i can blow it, don’t give a f*ck
hit the club tonight, it’s going down for getting it up
[?] in my black [?] riding round, my city plugged
tell me what these lil n*ggas buying and who they getting it from
eastside n*gga, b*tch, on the west with it
and i got the biggest bag, so come invest with me
heard your n*gga ran off, and hit the [?] with it
tell him pay what he oh, and that’s his best interest
try me, n*gga, get popped, i ride around strapped
plug with that dog food, my out of town cats
free my n*gga icewear, and that’s a fact
chopper with the knife on it, that’s for you fat n*ggas
b*tch

[chorus ?]
it’s money on the floor, i’ma come get it
i ain’t worried ’bout no hoes, i’m a real n*gga
shout out to my day one n*ggas, ’cause i’m still with them
shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, ’cause i still get it
it’s money on the floor, i’ma come get it
i ain’t worried ’bout no hoes, i’m a real n*gga
shout out to my day one n*ggas, ’cause i’m still with them
shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, ’cause i still get it
[verse 3 ?]
[?]
448 every day, n*gga, without a spot
lames always tryna be something that they really not
me, i play all positions, good in every spot
never fought my way to the top, sh*t, i just grabbed the glock
c*cked back, aim and squeezed, never missed a shot
born with an 8th and a half, i never touched the rocks
in the jects, just me and face, on money, yeah, we plot
two choppers, one pittbull, looking for a flight
bad b*tch, [?] pass, i got a cali flight
heard that the n*ggas fell off, don’t believe the hype
if i pick the iphone up, they gone on sight
right now, i’m [?] block chilling
it’s the afternoon, but this morning, made a k!lling
all breakdowns, yeah, b*tch, i got the crown
[?] road, yeah, it go down

[chorus ?]
it’s money on the floor, i’ma come get it
i ain’t worried ’bout no hoes, i’m a real n*gga
shout out to my day one n*ggas, ’cause i’m still with them
shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, ’cause i still get it
it’s money on the floor, i’ma come get it
i ain’t worried ’bout no hoes, i’m a real n*gga
shout out to my day one n*ggas, ’cause i’m still with them
shout out all you hating ass n*ggas, ’cause i still get it
[verse 4 ?]
[?] n*gga, b*tch, on the east with it
n*ggas might f*ck with that work, but i’m a beast with it
hit the kitchen, do my thing, then hit the streets with it
yeah, i got cocaine, [?] for a sweet ticket
got a sale for a hundred grams right now
and i can show your ass a hundred bands right now
real life street n*gga, only run street sh*t
fishscale everywhere, make a n*gga seasick
i’ma pick my n*gga up, if he ever down
teach him how to tread water, so he’ll never drown
smash off in my coupe, like batman
[?] so skinny, look like i got a [?] man
‘m getting money, you can tell by my charm
25 on that, another on my arm
i got family on the east, i went to [?]
them burners in the red zone, get your ass a century

- damedot lyrics

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