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tripple over time - damjonboi lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: damjonboi]
you can tell my n*ggas winnin’
white buffs, grace world, arms lookin’ like a pigeon
heard about my n*ggas in them roddy laugh, n*ggas trippin’ (ayy)

[verse 2: eastside reup]
get that pack gone, dismiss it, b*tch, i’m ballin’ like a piston
i’ve been whippin’, gettin’ extra grams, make plays with the ten
been countin’ backwards, eyes closed, i play with them bands

[verse 3: chu cho dabbing]
stop the doors off in on a f*ckin’ minivan
and i’m taxin’ high as h*ll, f*ck the middleman
then i dab it in your b*tch then i count some bands

[verse 4: jose the plug]
swipe cards, punch the number, i don’t need a scale
heard you told on your dog and did the running man
i popped a perc’, i’m in the p*ssy like quicksand

[verse 5: sada baby]
i f*ck a b*tch and introduce her to the business plan
take a selfie with them bands, i’m on instagram
i am legend with them grams, let’s get cheeky dead
[verse 6: damjonboi & eastside reup]
we with it then, ran it up, ain’t have no plug, b*tch
stumped a n*gga in these pippens on some bullsh*t
i’m big blood in my hood like i’m suge, b*tch (ayy)

[verse 7: eastside reup]
i’m big dog ’round this b*tch, you a lil’ n*gga
big chopper with the wood, i wish you would, n*gga
me and you don’t cop the same, b*tch, i’m plugged with it

[verse 8: chu cho dabbing]
i put percs in my drank, i sip mud different
i got boxer jeans on, she ride me like a harley
sendin’ b*tches out of town, don’t be stuffin’ parties

[verse 9: jose the plug]
doors slammin’, out of town collectin’ benefits
we all did it, ain’t for sure they won’t remember sh*t
in this b*tch with the sticks, clips for the kit

[verse 10: sada baby]
30 clip on the wood look like scented sticks
black buffs rose gold like i’m in this b*tch
and i can f*ck a n*gga mama if i drop a foreign

[verse 11: damjonboi]
of course, i don’t love these b*tches but they love me, mane
i’m mc hammer with this sh*t, n*ggas can’t touch me, mane
same b*tches you be lovin’ tryna f*ck the gang
[verse 12: eastside reup]
them hoes you be cuffin’ i’ve been stuffin’ up
been doin’ this sh*t for a while, ain’t no f*ckin’ up
i count that money by the dime, almost forty up

[verse 13: chu cho dabbing & jose the plug]
put that work in my dope, fiends comin’ through
i see red with that chopper but i’m countin’ blue
i got purple in my drank, i’m sippin’ mewtwo (ayy)

[verse 14: jose the plug]
so ahead i can’t see ’em in my rearview
can drop the bag off any hood near you
ball under pressure like jordan with the flu

[verse 15: sada baby]
three*hundred*dollar jeans, wear ’em once then i’m done with ’em
at least fifty twenties on me and i got a gun in ’em
in the club with it, best believe i got them drugs in me

[verse 16: damjonboi & eastside reup]
good mud in me, signed out where your b*tch workin’ at (workin’ at)
pulled up on sada, where them perkies at?
could get you whacked but your life ain’t worth a rack (ayy)

[verse 17: eastside reup]
two different tens, the first one i better work with that
go pay a band for this hundred, this sh*t worth a stack
play by the code around here, we don’t f*ck with rats
[verse 18: chu cho dabbing]
and i’ll get you knocked off for a thirty pack
got your b*tch backin’ up for some prada fare
put a beam on his head, knock him outta there

[verse 19: jose the plug]
i know your n*ggas’ flows plain like rocawear
pimp a b*tch, spend hundred on my boxing wear
just ran up thirty fast but it won’t stop from there

[verse 20: sada baby]
i got a house in the woods but i ain’t papa bear
i put an ounce in one ‘wood like i ain’t got a care
more than uno mucho blanco from javier

[verse 21: damjonboi]
[?], h*ll yeah, we still on tip
the subzero ‘bows the grind, still wouldn’t slip
thick b*tch, found out she married, still gon’ hit
bartier bounty took over the tip (ain’t a b*tch)
b*tch seen us and silver rain almost fainted
n*ggas lookin’ at the wrong way, gon’ get painted
in the hood signin’ autographs like i’m avis (like i’m avis)

[verse 22: eastside reup]
[?], wrap your face in my kitchen, this sh*t stankin’
i run through it, make me a plate with it, then i’m outta here
still in the kitchen with no mask like i ain’t got a care
weedo sit all day with it, n*gga, come cop a pair
i don’t serve out of here, meet me by the taco bell
any n*gga hatin’, f*ck around, he might catch a sh*ll
k!ll him, he might tell, b*tch, we ball like the pbl
get it, it’s gon’ sell, takin’ trips, sh*t, i might as well
get it through the mail, turn around and i’m back out of there

[verse 23: chu cho dabbing]
y’all n*ggas ballin’, just [?] for appointments
i’m bigface, slam dunkin’ bricks, [?]
swimmin’ in your ho, she like the way i’m moving dolphins
40 have a n*gga chest jumpin’ like he coughin’

[verse 24: jose the plug]
get him off and put him on the road with no cdl (cdl)
stack ’til i leave with a v12 (a v12)
make these hoes faint off the weed smell (the weed smell)
with the pills, but i started off with p sales

[verse 25: sada baby]
it’s bartier rainin’, i’ma make it if i keep doin’ me
cartier ain’t the only kind of sticks that i keep on me
i don’t sit all day with it, i get it out of here
you can’t come and play with me, i get you out of here
drop a pair of p*ssy*ass n*ggas if they not from here
drop a pair of icy*ass earrings like i ain’t got a pair
chopper fare, i got llama fare and i got drama fare
let that work bubble in the pot, look like a montaclaire, ugh

- damjonboi lyrics

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