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talkin to - damedot lyrics

[chorus: damedot]
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?

[verse 1: damedot]
who the f*ck you talkin to?
a made n*gga with his own bag, couple cars too
blowing out the whole set, ’cause that’s what myle i’m from
sino pulled up in the sleve, with no mylage on
i’ll fetch your stash, [?] spent a dollar on
all i want is cheese, american or provalone
we on gutter sh*t, hundred choppers, hundred clips
want to be the president, i couldn’t, i don’t run the sh*t
got a half zip of cookie in my ashtray
say you want a whole one? meet me halfway
johnny bag up the boes in the driveway
’bout to have the grove slapping, the loud way
you don’t hustle like mе
boy, you got a sad grind
[?] cop two quarters, i get halftime
gеt to going on the blues, call it fast grind
if i don’t do sh*t, i’ma make sure the cash mine
[chorus: damedot]
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?

[verse 2: sino]
b*tch, you got the nerve not to speak
i just left cali, made 30 last week
copped the sh*t myself, now i’m blowing on kiesh
if you popping more than 5, you get a 43 a piece
hundred boe sale, b*tch, i count it on the run
five myle n*gga, b*tch, i came up out the mud
[?] n*gga on, b*tch, i got it from the drugs
and i’d rather hit a brick, while you tryna hit the club
all my n*ggas know is k!ll and sell drugs
and i’ll drop the price down, if it’s all love
got my cellphone slapping, work on the napkin
and i ain’t even let it dry, sh*t, you know i’m trapping
and the rovers that we cop, treat them like hoopties
every n*gga in my hood, screaming free [?]
26’s on the chevy, [?] that b*tch [?]
hundred and 50’s, that’s a d*boy [?]
what’s up?
[chorus: damedot]
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?

[verse 3: icewear vezzo]
n*gga, i’m in the club playing roles
all my n*ggas wearing lows, shining off [?] boes
all diamond platnom pieces, n*gga, i ain’t playing go
since i came up, i ain’t fell up, b*tch, i’m staying on
yeah, i’m tryna get stupid rich
and i put my n*ggas on, now my shooter rich
in the club getting high, i be stupid lit
a n*gga try me, i’ma blow him like a hooka stick
clear vvs chain, call it ice water
b*tch, i only sip drank, i don’t like water
put some cheese on a ho, threw a slice on her
then i slam dunk the p*ssy, put the mike on her
i can f*ck any b*tch, if a price on her
but she just threw it in the air, like a kite on her
put my lil n*gga on, put some pints on her
then i showed him how to whip it, now he like [?]
n*gga
[chorus: damedot]
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?
who you think you talkin to?

- damedot lyrics

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