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drumline - damjonboi lyrics

[intro]
damjonboi

[verse 1: damjonboi]
now everybody wanna know when i’ma drop
i guess them n*ggas thought i wasn’t gon’ hit the block
this sh*t d*mn near got me rich [?] stop
don’t wannna hear about your baby daddy, b*tch, give me top
you rock another n*gga’s sh*t, boy, you a lame
i ain’t gon’ lie, last year, i did my thing
wack a p*ssy n*gga over feddy, f*ck some fame
i’m only f*cking with the gang, you n*ggas strange
could’ve took your ass to work, but you a p*ssy
you n*ggas slid, ain’t hit sh*t, them n*ggas rookys
forever chasing bankrolls, i gotta have it
get off them perkies, grab them choppers and get active
i got a play i gotta make, a stop on [?]
this ho done swallowed everything, b*tch, you a savage
you can’t compare me to them n*ggas, ’cause they average
just talked to slim, i gotta take a trip to dalace
b*tch, this one for beezy
30 k on my neck, my sh*t freezy
dropped a mansion in the sticks, that sh*t was easy
i really motivate the thugs, i think i’m jeezy

[chorus: damjonboi]
a different day, a different dollar, getting to this pape
they said we ain’t cut like that for real, had to demenstrate
h*llcats back to back, paint look like tropicana
jump out with a drum, hit him with that cannon
hit him with that cannon
hop out with that drum, hit him with that cannon
hit him with that cannon
hop out with a drum, hit him with [?]
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
b*tch, let’s get one thing straight
i will line you n*ggas up, that’s one thing straight
8 chains around my neck, not one thing fake
sware to god these n*ggas 12, like 138
yeah, b*tch, we up that scope, we don’t get even with them
skervy n*gga, i hit a n*gga pint and drink it with him
sware these n*ggas turn to hoes, if you ain’t eating with them
matter fact, don’t ask about no n*gga if you don’t see me with him
yeah, real street n*gga, never change for nothing
heard you bought ice and got it took, you got a chain for nothing
eh, got it out the mut, yo, we came from nothing
diss me, and be another rap n*gga slain in public
we already had exotics, you was getting [?]
made a million in my bunk, sitting in the feds
n*ggas plotting on they mans, just to get a bag
for a couple grand, i’ll have lil gang hit him in his hand

- damjonboi lyrics

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