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chic-fil-a - damjonboi lyrics

[intro]
(damjonboi)

[verse]
you fake trappin’*ass n*ggas never touched a pyrex
make your b*tch drive me to the lex, but i’ma fly back
dilly*ass stones in your piece, why would you buy that?
(f*ck is wrong with you, boy?)
drop some cheese in the hood, get you knocked right off
took a trip to vegas, woke up in the sky loft
don’t make me up this fin, n*gga, take that cheap ice off
how the f*ck you hatin’ on a n*gga that you bite off?
went to truth last night and made a movie
woke up, took your b*tch to fendis, drinkin’ sake, eatin’ sushi
sh*t, i might be in your state pourin’ drank up with an uzi
i put loyalty over money, yeah, b*tch, i feel like roodie
n*gga, i’ll hit that b*tch first, i feel like ray j
i fell asleep with my drac’, i feel like trey trey
right now, i need some strong cookie, let me call tay tay
i’ll pull up in that big ram, just me and ray ray
we tryna find some land and you tryna buy a kit
i could tell this sh*t came from the bay from how it hit
fly out to another state just to f*ck ’cause she lit
n*ggas not gettin’ high, boy, you out here drinkin’ hit
anyway, let’s get back to this pape’
i made ten before 10, and i’ll drop it on your face
i just beat a fan ass, don’t give a f*ck about no case
another play, i just got a text from my n*gga paid
music got us out the hood, but sh*t, i always wanted to stay
another opp caught slippin’ in my hood, let us pray
it’s a hundred ways to get this sh*t, i found a better way
hutch water ’round my neck, right pocket chick*fil*a
so h*ll naw, n*gga, we ain’t used to havin’ sh*t
i finally got my hands on it, actin’ ass with it
i got t watts watchin’ over me, i know i’m straight
n*gga said he was my mans, but i know he ain’t
n*ggas thinkin’ that they could f*ck with me, they know they can’t
ain’t no question, i ain’t goin’, b*tch, you know i ain’t
b*tch, uh
neighborhood superstar, all i gave was game
jump out with this motherf*ckin’ chop, i don’t need no aim
i did this sh*t with rap money, i ain’t sell no ‘caine
i could plug you with the shh if you need them things
n*gga, ain’t n0body give us sh*t, so i need my change
i’m startin’ to think that these n*ggas don’t need they brains, baow
leave him leakin’ on the curb, i done seen some things
ain’t no tellin’ what the f*ck i’m in when the season change
puerto rico with my b*tch smokin’ cookie on the beach
5k for a feat’, and a stack for a beat
let it get this sh*t right now, i might go up next week

- damjonboi lyrics

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