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lirik lagu ooh, damn – promonant

i’m with txxturnt and the gang. you know we not repping the same. dv gotta glock, he pull up and pop, and blow yo ass straight out the frame. i just met a thot, who gave me the drop, that p*ssy get wet like the rain. we up at the top, the game on lock, i’m throwing up l’s for the gang. and if got you beef with one of my guys, you better not be on the scene. cause when say go, i call up my bro he knock yo ass off with the beam. ooh, d*mn. flip tracks like i’m cooking weight. want the tape then you gotta wait. when i drop sh*t it’s a wake and bake. hit or miss i don’t make mistakes. ask ya b*tch how the d*ck taste. bet she know by the first take. drop it low for a playa, swag drip every layer, hot as f*ck gimme air. got the sauce primavera, who want the smoke, i dare em

i am the best, i know that i’m popping. these n*ggas be capping, like b*tches be topping. you say that you with it, like lil n*gga stop it. glock with a drum, i’m waiting to pop it. crew like nasa, we pull up with rockets. we all in yo crib, my n*ggas we flocking. key to my city, i’m trying to unlock it. trying to have money can’t fit in my pocket. i get up go get it, my come up i feel it. you f*ck with my money, we bust at yo fitted. you need some protection, not talking bout witness. all of that sh*t that talking, we did it. give me a buck for feat, this business. dropping these records like my name was guinness. two b*tches on fire, two rappers a menace. i talk it i walk it, i said it i meant it. b*tch we the gang no sh*t. aye, the uzi it sang acoustics. shoot out the range yea true sh*t. aye, eating these beats no ruth chris. aye, talking bout you with it won’t do sh*t. aye, sitting and complaining won’t move sh*t. aye, pimping these b*tches no hugh sh*t. aye, i gotta go get it no fu sh*t

we pop out the cut at night, don’t try me i don’t wanna fight. say it’s up we bl!cking on sight. cambino he strapped like a dike. crank man might crank him on sight. crew k you might lose yo life. sneak dissing on crew a make you lay down. smoking dope it’s straight to the face now. my crew we all on p*ss now. some banging crew and six now. been toting a stick since i was a git though. walking round on p*ss though. you pull up let that sh*t go. you come won’t get yo sh*t back. i pull up we the get back. the get back make yo sh*t splatt

ah, ooh! txxturnt go dumb when i’m in the stu! we banging that wc, that’s the crew! if you want smoke get shot in the stu! my n*ggas they air sh*t out, we know all yo whereabouts! and we smoking on dope that sh*t so strong like it’s been working out! don’t be mad lil b*tch don’t pout. you n*ggas, you hating, y’all just want clout. y’all can’t get none from us, crew sh*t we taking over. chilling me, fry lark, joc and big baby no stroller. and we shooting sh*t like a movie, money longer than lil uzi, chop turn yo brains into smoothie. kuzco she calling me groovy, i get it crunk like crank. won’t f*ck her her tw*tty too stank. run it up, i laugh to the bank. i’m dripping don’t turn off the sink, i’m chilling with sai mo we roll up the dank. i smoke out a pound you mad you can’t. uh, pack so loud i faint! uh, good gup on my brain! uh, i can’t even think. nah, that sh*t too good! make me wanna sing. but i ain’t gone sing uh uh no no. f*ck on yo b*tch she gupping me slow. i use to smoke at the store, but now i just stay the crib. screaming crewk get you k!lled!

- promonant

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