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letra de put paper 1st - damedot & g.t.

[verse 1: damedot]
i’m off an eight of drank
ridin’ on the freeway, goin’ fast, tryna peel the paint (classic)
this n-gga loud, sayin’ he gettin’ money, but we know he ain’t
i left with a quarter ticket on me, ’bout to break the bank
i just dropped the top, feel the ocean breeze
like she’s prayin’, this b-tch on her knees
this food we eatin’ j-panese
this car i’m in two hundred g’s
she suck me up, we in a sleeve
i know these b-tches sick of me
ayy, you ain’t tryna cop, quit callin’ my phone
left in the plain jane, came back froze
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout nonе of these hoes
instagram modеl give me head in a rolls
call me capo, i know pablo
he gave me one thousand tacos
we just took a trip to cabo
flyin’ with the work like ralo
f-ck a b-tch, you know my motto
you know we put paper first
i f-ck a b-tch and make her squirt
i heard you in some paperwork
that lil’ sh-t you flashin’ in your picture, spend that sh-t on work
that money that you think you savin’ up, i spend that sh-t on shirts
bless her like this b-tch at church
f-ck a bad b-tch, then i buy her a purse
take her to the hood, i’ma buy her a perc’
[verse 2: g.t.]
bet i can f-ck by the end of this verse
dumb b-tch don’t even know what she worth
i’ma put the lil’ ho straight to work
i’ma be fly ’til i’m in the dirt
you can tell it’s rick by the back of my shirt
the last n-gga that lost you dumb
should’ve been like me and turned you up
flood your neck in vs1
to me, that lil’ bitty watch ain’t nothin’
hey, you rockin’ a one-of-one
chanel bag to match her skirt
tryna find to me in them buns
i told her, “your chance is slim to none”
hoppin’ off the jet, yeah, hoppin’ off the jet, yeah
you know the b-tch belong to me, she got a big patek, yeah
we got money, yeah, that money came with power and respect, yeah

[verse 3: damedot]
too many cubans, i’ma need another neck, yeah
all these f-ckin’ horses in the whip, drivin’ reckless
i just hit his b-tch and i checked her off the checklist
she give me some head, i buy her a bag
if i give him twenty, he do it, no mask
they wanna know who did, it we slidin’ in black
that switch on the glock, it be shootin’ so fast
pistol in the party, got on marni with some dolce shades
you play with me, you blowed away
she wanna be my ho, no way
drop coupe be sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas like it’s dr. j
i should be in sniper gang, i’ll snipe you from a block away
me and g got a play for the ice like a hockey play
[verse 4: g.t.]
me and dame got on ice, you could see it from a mile away
i just left, went down the way
made a hundred thou’ today
came back home, a load of pros, and f-cked her on a pile of pape’

- damedot g t

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