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letra de plans - damedot

[intro]
(ooh, rell)

[verse 1: yung reef]
she like, “boy, just ’cause you rappin’, that don’t mean think i’m a fan”
she said, “i’ll hold you down, but that’s only if i can”
i told her, “baby, hold on, right now i’m focused on these bands”
said yeah, your p-ssy good, but you can’t throw me off my plans
he tried to slide down my block, car loud as h-ll, i heard the trans’
he must’ve thought that i was slippin’, had the glocky in my pants
can’t believe he tried to cross me, thought that n-gga was my mans
if we do ten ten times, then we can stack a hundred bands
b-tch, i’m livin’ vlone, n-gga, i ain’t got no friends
she like, “boy, since you rappin’, i’m finna make an onlyfans”
why n-ggas try to count your pockets when they see you makin’ bands?
thеy don’t see the bigger picture, think thеy still tryna expand
i can show you how to get it, but, n-gga, i can’t hold your hand
but just because you bought a strap, n-gga, that don’t make you a man
had to tell my n-gga chill, this n-gga tryna rob my fans
had to kick him out the session, n-gga pulled up smokin’ gas
i had to tell my n-gga chill, he almost shot one of my fans
she said, “boy, just ’cause you rappin’, you still can fit me in your plans”

[interlude: yung reef]
she said, “boy, just ’cause you rappin’, you still can fit me in your plans”
she said, “boy, just ’cause you rappin’, you still can fit me in your plans”
[verse 2: damedot]
all these lil’ n-ggas know it’s the big suck
she say, “everywhere you go, bae, you bl!cked up”
i can’t even sleep, pour some tris up
n-ggas rather see me drink ’cause they ain’t gettin’ none
ain’t got sh-t for these n-ggas, give to my son
rose patek came from dave, not from golden sun
i’m trapped in this lifestyle, i need more than one
i’m shinin’ hard, she can’t help but to corner cut
i’m kyle korver with the shot, tear the corner up
i’ll buy a whole pint, n-gga, and pour it up
she said, “i ain’t the only baddie, boy, it’s more of us”
she say, “boy, just ’cause you rappin’, that don’t mean that i’m a fan”
i got a safe inside the closet, that b-tch got a hundred bands
throwin’ money in the club, better watch where it land
got exotic-ass scar, yeah, this b-tch desert tan
this b-tch shoot .308s, it’ll k!ll a n-gga trans’
if i put on all my chains, i’ll put her in a trance
if you run up on me wrong, send him to the motherland, hah
i told him, “boy, just ’cause you rappin’, that don’t mean that you the man”
all these chops on us like we on our way to iran
my dog said this dog came from afghanistan
i’ma need a fire headshot when i land
she say she’ll hold me down if i gave her a chance
i swear this b-tch so pretty, i just gave her some bands

- damedot

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