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letra de might as well - damedot

[intro: beno]
(ooh, rell)
woo (beep)

[verse 1: beno]
brick came fishscale, sh-t, i might as well (yep)
only time’ll tell, my b-tch fine as h-ll (woo)
bullets firin’, lil’ n-gga, better hide in your sh-ll (brrt)
i can send that bag from far, do you got a zelle? (do you got a zelle?)
f-ckin’ on my ex lil’ cousin, she say go to h-ll (boy)
i can send the packs by the dozen, it came through the mail (huh?)
i can’t send you on this route ’cause i know you scared (’cause i know you scared)
boy, you f-ck around, you might get me to the feds (to the feds)
you don’t give that p-ssy to me, freak b-tch, you don’t want a band? (you don’t want a band?)
it’s the drumline, but i’m still with nick cannon (brrt)
i’m so f-ckin’ high, i don’t know where i’m landin’ (nope)
take it out the pot, then i gotta fan it (woo)
uh, slap a roll of twenties, should i rubber band it?
uh, hit him in his top, that’s for always sayin’ sh-t (that’s for always sayin’ sh-t)
then i pull up on his mans, ask him how he plan it
it’s a one-of-one, not two-of-one, when you scan it (woo)
i swear you gotta do it twice, yeah, when you jam it (when you jam it)
made a mil’ off this rap, but i didn’t plan it (but i didn’t plan it)
swear it gon’ take me all night to get her panties (i swear to god)
i love the bro, yeah, he keep a cane like a granny (hrrt, hrrt)
put your sh-t all on his wall like a flatty (hrrt)
gold rollie, it look like a grammy (woo)
i can front a brick like a krabby patty (like a krabby patty)
[verse 2: damedot]
she came in thick as h-ll, sh-t, i might as well (sh-t, i might as well)
can’t take another l, we out in atl (the a)
she came up on some hills, this sh-t like jack and jill
this topside came at twelve, this sh-t’ll smack a whale
rip the seal, drop a four, you wanna grab a twelve? (you wanna grab a twelve?)
zaz’ got a n-gga sweatin’, b-tch, i’m hot as h-ll
cash app a baddie fifteen hundred for her hair and nails
i just flew a french b-tch to here, yeah, she came from paris
i’ll choke a n-gga in the club like he steve francis
i can’t miss a pair, i’m amiri bandit (i’m amiri bandit)
she squirted on the ceiling, she said she embarrassed (aww)
you gon’ f-ck me for the free? you don’t want a patek? (you don’t want a patek?)
i make sure she stay in fenty ’cause this b-tch a savage
i be wrestlin’ with the work like i’m randy savage (like i’m randy savage)
pull up in the drop coupe same color cabbage
ten milli’ with the extras for you silly rabbits (blaow)
grab her p-ssy like i’m trump, now she say i’m mannish (say i’m mannish)
go upstars with the fin just to watch ’em perish (gone)
brand new banshee in the room, baby, go and grab it (go and grab it)
put a drop trigger in it, now i’m shootin’ careless (brrt)
when she twerk, she do it nasty ’cause i like it ratchet (ayy, ayy)
you can see it from the front, this b-tch got a wagon (got a wagon)
left a puddle in the bed, should’ve brought a napkin
ridin’ with these dirty shirts, should’ve brought a hamper
you can catch me in the sticks like a happy camper (like a happy camper)
my son trippin’, pulled his toy gun out his pamper (d-mn)
i can’t even trip on him, he got it from his daddy (yeah)
i’ma get up in that p-ssy like i never had it (mwah)
n-ggas dyin’ over hoes ’cause they never had ’em (’cause they never had ’em)
my little draco got the wood like a kitchen cabinet (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
when it come to the rain, baby, can you stand it? (can you stand it?)
gotta lift her sh-t up ‘fore you try to handle it (yeah)
put it deep in her back, got her speakin’ spanish (español)
she at low key vibin’ with the propaganda (vibin’ with the propaganda)
i can’t hit you with a brick, you ain’t never sold a gram (you ain’t never sold a gram)
y’all n-ggas broke, y’all ain’t got two hundred bands (you ain’t got two hundred)
countin’ up these blues, i’ma need a hand (help me)
if you need some— meet me in the ten (woo)
[chorus: beno & damedot]
brick came fishscale, sh-t, i might as well (yep)
only time’ll tell, my b-tch fine as h-ll (woo)
bullets firin’, lil’ n-gga, better hide in your sh-ll (brrt)
i can send that bag from far, do you got a zelle? (do you got a zelle?)
cash app a baddie fifteen hundred for her hair and nails
i just flew a french b-tch to here, yeah, she came from paris
i’ll choke a n-gga in the club like he steve francis
i can’t miss a pair, i’m amiri bandit (i’m amiri bandit)

[outro: damedot]
she squirted on the ceiling, she said she embarrassed
you gon’ f-ck me for the free? you don’t want a patek?

- damedot

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