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letra de i paid some shit - damedot

[intro]
are you in the mafia?

[chorus]
you know i got on rick owens
you can’t even get these b-tches, bum, i paid some sh-t for ’em
where your girlfriend at? tell that ho i got a b-tch for her
new dior bubble or louis just to keep me warm
knew i was the one, everybody knew when i was born
thought you was gon’ always ride for me, b-tch, but i was wrong
i was pouring fours up with baking soda, now he gone

[interlude]
are you in the mafia?

[verse 1]
they out of my size, mad as h-ll, i want these rick owens
this b-tch got a hidden talent, her coochie put the grip on me
i prefer to lay this bubble coat so i’m winter warm
should i get the head or the tail? i’ma flip a coin
i got me a bad b-tch, wait for me when i get home
she hold it like a microphone and sing it like she hittin’ notes
sometime you gotta throw some n-ggas off just to save the boat
sometime you gotta let the leeches drown just to stay afloat
i could’ve been in tech by now, but nah, i’m busy selling —-
she horrible at sucking d-ck, i really just wanna see her choke
this rose gold presi’ my b-tch wearing cost a ki’ of coke
fgm, rgs, damedot, i’m the ceo
[chorus]
you know i got on rick owens
you can’t even get these b-tches, bum, i paid some sh-t for ’em
where your girlfriend at? tell that ho i got a b-tch for her
new dior bubble or louis just to keep me warm
knew i was the one, everybody knew when i was born
thought you was gon’ always ride for me, b-tch, but i was wrong
i was pouring fours up with baking soda, now he gone

[verse 2]
these furry midtops cost me three
i wear rick like twice a week
you can’t even pay the fee, boy, and i put that on me
in the vip, smokin’ ‘za like vapes, that sh-t nothin’ to me
no, you can’t catch me with no cape, i can’t save a freak
i got rick all on my jacket
fresh, it just came out the plastic
feds thought they had some action
that switchy made it automatic
now if i wanna empty the clip, i just gotta tap it
n-gga, i don’t even gotta get loud, they gon’ head tap it
i kiss my kids, go get them rackies
rich and blessed, but i ain’t bragging
b-tch thought this was a money grab, but i ain’t havin’ it
nothin’ but drank and percs in my kitchen cabinet
from the back, i’m michael meyers, she be sayin’ i’m stabbin’ it
eenie, meenie, miney, moe
rick the way i’m tryna go
fit cost a bankroll
if you know, you f-ckin’ know
b-tch, you can’t ask me for no favors, it’s a f-ckin’ no
i should get an international grammy, i get ’em coast to coast, boy
[chorus]
you know i got on rick owens
you can’t even get these b-tches, bum, i paid some sh-t for ’em
where your girlfriend at? tell that ho i got a b-tch for her
new dior bubble or louis just to keep me warm
knew i was the one, everybody knew when i was born
thought you was gon’ always ride for me, b-tch, but i was wrong
i was pouring fours up with baking soda, now he gone

- damedot

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