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letra de on my dick - damedot

[intro]
ayy, are you in the mafia?
gon’ do you sh-t like this, n-gga
what up, rell? (p-ssy)
am i in the what?
whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
these n-ggas hoes, you know this already
ayy (i ain’t gotta say that)
real gutter sh-t
i’m in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up
real gutter sh-t, b-tch
it’s a stereotype, and it’s offensive
and you’re the last person ever wants to perpetuate it
let’s get it

[verse]
you the last one that i want to perpetuate it
this ten milli’ knock his cap off his head like he graduated (dlrrt)
i can’t f-ck with too many of these hoes, they be animated
drop a four in somethin’ exotic, now i’m activated
i can see in you n-ggas’ eyes that you mad i made it (i can see it)
i can see right in n-ggas’ face that they want the worst (hahahah)
drop a couple fire swimsuits ’cause we gon’ to turks (we out of here)
should’ve wore a motherf-ckin’ suit ’cause i’m goin’ to church
i be up early in the morning like i’m goin’ to work (like i’m goin’ to work)
i got a chopper and a bible, i ain’t goin’ to church
my b-tch the sh-t real bad, so i put her in some pointers
f-ck what’s goin’ on on the block, i see death around the corner
i ain’t no k!ller like that unless you back me in a corner
this work here came from the border, my lil’ b-tch, she came from florida
n-ggas say i’m like klay thompson, i’ll shoot you from the corner
f-ck my old ho, she borin’, shoutout to my team, we scorin’
i don’t care how cute you is, you gotta leave before the morning
i’ll stop everything i’m doin’ if it’s a play for some oranges
i’m goin’ state to state, feel like i’m on tour
i’m with some n-ggas that got they own, but they takin’ yours (get that sh-t)
my lil’ ho got a deep throat and she wear dior (got a deep throat)
i’m a million-dollar n-gga, i was just poor
walk a n-gga down in a mask, b-tch, this halloween
b-tch, you ain’t slow, you can read, it say, “a. mcqueen” (you can read)
y’all lil’ hoes be suckin’ d-ck, you can’t taste my lean
i don’t listen to none of you n-ggas’ raps ’cause they make-believe (they be lyin’)
knocked the meat out his sub, he ordered steak and cheese (bah, bah)
f-ck a b-tch with all this water on, she need a submarine
that lil’ b-tch p-ssy get hit like a tamborine
you know what you came for (ayy), let me see them ass and titties (ayy, ayy)
me and trav just came back from pickin’ up a whole brick (a whole one)
revive, h-ll the f-ck naw, i don’t shop with strippers (h-ll naw)
every n-gga you see me with chewin’ like a pack of rigley’s
sip so much lean, i need to preorder another kidney
such and such stole the chopper for me, bought another bl!ck
i thought you was my mans, though it’s clear you wasn’t f-ckin’ with me (it’s clear)
i don’t even laugh with these n-ggas when they jokin’ with me (nope)
in the car with the wild card, yeah, the joker with me
feel like adam22 (22), ’cause i’m on some sh-t (yeah)
i was down bad, now i’m up, now they on my d-ck (they on my d-ck)
they wasn’t f-ckin’ with me from the start, it’s all makin’ sense (i get it now)
i can’t even let these n-ggas know what kind of car i’m in
i can’t let these n-ggas know my next move (next move)
sit behind tint low-key in the benz coupe
that ass so fat and the next smooth (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’m gettin’ some top from this lil’ b-tch in a benz coupe (in a benz coupe)

- damedot

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