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letra de doubl3 tak3 (remix) - damag3

[verse 1]
i-i-i grew some t-ddies on my chest
but ya’ll still be double-checkin’
leave the message on deliver
but they still be double-textin’
triple-double up
a little rub, her p-ssy in a puddle
then i just stick the tip in
and she beggin’ for the rest and—
double take
tell me how a single song
(gone) make me up and run away?
see, they f-ckin’ love to hate
’till i muscle up in another state
when i see that number
b-tch i always double take (why?)
cuz none of them saved

[verse 2]
everywhere i go them n-ggas be like “das my baby cousin”
b-tches love me cuz i’m chasin’ goals, i shoot my shot and bucket
don’t get mad cuz i’m playin’ house with ya’ bm
i woke up like this n-gga pop my sh-t from am to pm
got the d-cky, got the bl!cky, cuz my hometown crazy
got my hair loc’d up, like i’m weezy f. baby
i’m comin’ to f-ck sh-t up, yeah, let $leazy go crazy
i’ve been doin’ this sh-t since like 13, that’s why i’m yo b-tch favourite
okay?
[chorus]
double take
d-d-double take (hol’ up, wait)
double take (hol’ up, wait)
ev-everywhere i go, they— (go-they-go)
double take
d-d-d-double take (o-kay – what you say? – ya!)
ev-everywhere i go, they do a—
double take

[verse 3]
double take, oh it’s lex, ‘nother, great
dough got the ladies comin’ over
it’s gone funnel cake (hahahaha)
love that face, she say it’s the subtle things
diamonds dancing, black queen on my arm
and she double caked up on a tuesday
if they get to faking the (m-mh!)
then it’s doomsday
please do not mistake it, shut the f-ck up
cause you too fake
you don’t want to make me go
got too much up on your plate
yo, you too low vibrational
ooh, they gon’ fake the soul but i be on a swayze though
ooh, you can’t take my whole hoes, these garden tools replaceable
ooh, what they hate me for, it’s funny cuz they stay for sure
everytime i pass i’m ’bout to break the nesta kesta hoe [?]
glimpse instead of fear in a wash from the wrist [?]
cut the hands on ducati when she clock in the sand [?]
i’m a prince in bugatti [?], tell the cops they can kiss my ass
when i pass, cause they not finna get no double take
[verse 4]
big d-ck, girly big stepper in the size 12s
used to ride around pushin’ gas like a fire sale
now i’m online, still supplyin’ to my clientele
big smile, tell my haters i’m alive and well
yeah, and tell lil’ mama that she fine as h-ll
your man said that he rap, i could hardly tell
pound for pound, bar for bar, round for round
beat your -ss for 1:59, get you saved by the bell
please don’t be so jealous, tell them evangelicals need to eat some edibles
vegan, keto, it can be whatever, though
tell them if they really want me they can come and get me
i don’t go quietly and it won’t go quickly
got a big knife and i might chop a d-ck
she’s free like a mason, walk the line like dixie
chicks all betwixt sending t-ts like “pick me”
b-tch, my existence is kismet
granny smith’s shape of the ass you can kiss that
you felt some type of way when i passed and you p-ssed at it
we getting attacked but the masses could give a sh-t about us
these kids dying in class, but my strap? b-tch, forget about it
these stocks finna collapse because my taxes getting d-cked around with
tell me how the millitary f-cking fails a audit but still got all of our budget?
tell me why turbotax exists, we got auto deposit?
tell me why the stakes got higher when i climb out of the closet?
and tell me why i’ll lose my job if i put color on my eyelids?
or where these rappers got their pride when they ain’t sliding in the slightest?
tell me how the f-cking genre sleepin’ on me like biden
better know that 3’s a f-cking godess & ya’ll go suck on my trident
it’s damag3, b-tch

- damag3

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