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letra de my bad i been sippin - damedot

[intro]
yeah, deuce

[verse]
my bad, i been sippin’, i ain’t even see you call
you ain’t gotta look too hard if you wanna see me ball
if you ain’t got the bag for real, then you need to knock it off
i’m the plug, if it’s too much on the price, i knock it off
pulled up to the bar, but i just left the trenches
in this b-tch shootin’ threes, should’ve played for the pistons
rest in peace baking soda, he the only thing that’s missing
bro gon’ go up top on you for the free ’cause that’s my n-gga
one time for the hoes ’cause they love when i whisper
you done ran out of money or some’, n-gga? what’s the issue?
my n-ggas keep it rеal always, that’s the differencе
n-gga, that b-tch bad, i need another thousand singles
that b-tch ain’t think, she just f-cking with the angles
if you play around with me, you can go f-ck with the angels
got the head from the b-tch and i told her, “stay dangerous”
my lil’ n-gga should’ve got a job paintin’, he’ll paint you
better get a raincoat if i’m in the club rainin’
if i need a n-gga head chopped off, they gon’ arrange it
put a n-gga on the news since his ass wan’ be famous
shoot the d-ck all upside the b-tch head, she said, “thank you”
lil’ bro ain’t ovo, but if i tell him, he’ll drac’ you
told the b-tch, “come take a sip of this cup, it’s gon’ spank you”
b-tch, i’m signed to the streets, these record labels tryna [?]
way before this rap sh-t, i seen a million on the table
i’m pourin’ up tris, argue with my b-tch
my bank account lit, i got all these blues in my pocket like a crip
he think it’s only thirty, but i bought an extra clip
she thought it was just me, but i brought an extra b-tch
if i let you pull up to the spot, then it’s mandatory
i can call [?] ’cause i know he always got ’em for me
i ain’t got to get my hands dirty, it get handled for me
sitting on five hundreds, going for the thirty-five
i just drunk a whole pint of wock’ and i’m still alive
i just hit the store and i’m looking for the quinine
drank turned me up, but the percocets turned me down
we f-ckin’ from the back, you ain’t even gotta turn around
hit a n-gga ass with the suppressor, they ain’t heard a sound
you can tell this one a ‘cat, you can hear it growl
sippin’ on this drank, i wish pimp c could see me now
brand new amiri jeans on with the fan on me
100k now, used to walk around with ten on me
bad b-tch stay out of town, she gon’ send for me
pick me up from the airport, put the head on me
my ‘migos gon’ make sure i’m loaded
i just popped a rp, got me floatin’
n-gga, you can book me if you want to see some motion
need a muzzle for this new dog i got, it’s grr-ocious
[outro]
n-ggas always in the streets
claiming that they plugged in
i understand you got a bag to show
that don’t mean sh-t to me, no
n-ggas always in the streets
claiming that they plugged in
i understand you got a bag to show
that don’t mean sh-t to me, no

- damedot

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