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letra de good for life - damedot

[intro]
(ooh, rell)

[verse 1]
ridin’ in this 580 lookin’ at you broke n-ggas starin’
through the five-percent tint like i don’t know n-ggas
what he do with the pints? i took ’em to the o, n-gga
i ain’t been at home, i’ve been busy on the road gettin’ it
i don’t talk too fast to y’all boys ’cause y’all slow n-ggas
i’m tryna stay f-ck n-gga free like i’m glorilla
n-gga want all fent’, he don’t want no dope in it
walk-in closet full of ‘bows, ain’t no clothes in it

[chorus]
i got a cabinet full of drank, safe full of ice
no matter how hard it rain, dj good for life
i got a run in the ten, i’ma be good for life
i take loss after loss, but i’ma be alright
d-mn, i got a trunk full of work and they just hit the lights
if the dog sniff me out, the judge gon’ give me life
if i don’t make another song, i’ma be good for life
n-gga, believe that
i should take a b-tch to sicily
gotta be a top-tier b-tch just to sit with me
bury me in italy
all this designer drip on me, sh-t is k!llin’ me
my hutch tab gettin’ higher, man, this sh-t k!llin’ me
d-mn, this tris’ i got tris’, and this time, i can feel the leg
they can’t keep up with me, it’s like i’m in the league
if i die in all this fashion, just bury me in italy
[verse 2]
bury me in amiri jeans
if she like me then i’m straight, i like my b-tches mean
they like, “damedot, do you got some drank that’s clean?”
i cannot make this up like some maybelline
if she ugly, i ain’t takin’ one for the team
drank lines used to take one and make it three
go as far as you want, you can’t find a me
i heard all my haters really ain’t too fond of me
bae, you got a fat ass, you so fine to me
you wastin’ time with that n-gga, come stand behind a g
n-gga, i’ve been f-ckin’ hoes since a counter creep
if you ain’t gettin’ to the bag, n-gga, have a seat
boy
yeah, she say she love me, but that’s your b-tch, boy
he gon’ get hit, boy, this brick hit boy
even when i’m talkin’ sh-t, i ain’t talkin’ sh-t, boy
this ar flip boys
you really want some racks, you gotta take a risk, boy

[chorus]
i should take a b-tch to sicily
gotta be a top-tier b-tch just to sit with me
bury me in italy
all this designer drip on me, sh-t is k!llin’ me
my hutch tab gettin’ higher, man, this sh-t k!llin’ me
d-mn, this tris’ i got tris’, and this time, i can feel the leg
they can’t keep up with me, it’s like i’m in the league
if i die in all this fashion, just bury me in italy

- damedot

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