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letra de chooser - damedot

[intro]
(rell on the track)
are you in the mafia?

[verse]
buffs wrapped around my head, b-tches white as rice
which one of these smooth hoes i’ma f-ck tonight? (mwah)
i got one in the head, thirty in a pipe
send my b-tch to the voicemail ’cause i’m shootin’ dice (yeah)
got a twenty in all twenties, this sh-t kinda light
tryna fit it all in these ‘miris, but they kinda tight
in a 2020 sleeve with the fluorescent lights
i ain’t tryna kick it with these n-ggas, they know it’s on sight (they know)
opp huntin’, smokin’ some exotic, runnin’ all the lights
wish i ain’t never f-cked that b-tch, p-ssy over hype
i’ll put a check on a n-gga, turn him to some nikes (put a check on you)
if my glasses was some shoes, they’d be some whites (white lows)
n-gga, i worked hard for this sh-t, it ain’t come overnight
before you be the big boss, you gotta pay the price (on god)
it’s some n-ggas that’s alive that ain’t livin’ life
i’ll take a n-gga rent, put it in a sprite
i know some n-ggas that was ballin’, now they out of there
brodie got a bogo sale comin’, come and cop a pair (buy one, get one)
don’t make me mad in the club, you get shot in there
you play rich to these hoes ’cause they not a rent (i ain’t goin’)
bro’ll put you on a shirt for some prada fare
run up in a b-tch n-gga’s spot, what you got in there?
i just paid for a n-gga haircut (for his haircut)
got his and got his mans too, that’s an and-one (both of ’em)
i don’t want your b-tch, she a chooser
and she dumb, she let lil’ n-ggas like you fool her
she leave me, that’s brand new, you probably used to her
i got the bag, i ain’t swipin’, b-tch, you do it
been that n-gga, gon’ be that n-gga’s what you gotta know (that’s what you gotta know)
ain’t n0body ’round me for nothin’, n-ggas got a pole (everybody)
on god, i’ve been sh-ttin’, n-gga, since here we go (on everything)
now i’m turned this sh-t around like a merry-go
f-ck a b-tch, do a magic trick, she like, “where he go?” (where he at?)
i got an outlet the same place lil perry go
all the lil’ kids see my chains, be like, “there he go”
amiris off the buffaloes, need a pair of those
i got a whole bunch of hoes, but i’d trade ’em in
for my friends that i lost, wish i could see again
when i look in the mirror, b-tch, i see the man (damedot)
it’s thanksgiving when you look ’cause you see a ham
i gotta get out of street mode when i meet my fans
runnin’ up, talkin’ ’bout damedot, i be done blew your ass
my fiend want a lil’ boy, call that peter pan (call that peter pan)
so i’m flyin’ down, ’bout to meet his ass
[outro]
huh, now i’m flyin’ down, ’bout to meet his ass
play with me, i ain’t gon’ hit you with the pole, we gon’ beat your ass
two hundred on the— gotta do the dash (b-tch)
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no cheese, broke boy, you ’bout to make me laugh

- damedot

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