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letra de surgery - damedot

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
actin’ a motherf-ckin’ fool with the money
trap house jumping
junkies, they hit a n-gga line super early
i’m ballin’, need jersey
i’m way more turnt in person
my b-tch just turned thirty
if she f-ckin’, i ain’t worried
this pop i’m sippin’ dirty
she got a lil’ gut surgery
spot full of babies, nursery
rose anniversary
rose gold royal oak
foreign b-tch bad, she just be snortin’ coke
who decide war? i don’t know, you gotta ask my coat

[verse 1]
all this water on me, it looked like i just jumped off a boat
all these racks, i’m ’bout to croak
so many sticks, i’m ready to go
too many diamond chains on, the feds think i’m selling dope
her bundles cost a half a ‘bow
fifty-inch rolls in a ‘vette, back to back, ridin’ through the trench
i just turned two hundred to a ticket, i know a money trick
funnel all this sh-t through them houses, let that money rinse
empire gave me a bag, but that was money spent
why you got an instagram account and you can’t pay your rent?
yeah, you got an ass, but you barely got a place to live
i might take you out, but i won’t take you in, damedot
[chorus]
actin’ a motherf-ckin’ fool with the money
trap house jumping
junkies, they hit a n-gga line super early
i’m ballin’, need jersey
i’m way more turnt in person
my b-tch just turned thirty
if she f-ckin’, i ain’t worried
this pop i’m sippin’ dirty
she got a lil’ gut surgery
spot full of babies, nursery
rose anniversary
rose gold royal oak
foreign b-tch bad, she just be snortin’ coke
who decide war? i don’t know, you gotta ask my coat

[verse 2]
soon as nut, i gotta go
before i smoke, i gotta smoke
before i pour, i want some more
where it’s at?
you think we the same? boy, you smoking crack
used to be that n-gga, where your motion at?
long sleeve ‘lacky-‘lac
ridin’ on the lodge
rammin’ hoes, stayin’ out of dodge
charge it to the game, it’s a challenge just to score
fifty to the floor
you n-ggas poor
we’ll sit and wait in n-ggas’ bushes, do this sh-t for sport
we gon’ pin a n-gga to the cross, ain’t no back and forth
long sleeve b-tton-up versace, wear that sh-t to court
asked the b-tch, would she die for me? and she said, “of course”
[chorus]
actin’ a motherf-ckin’ fool with the money
trap house jumping
junkies, they hit a n-gga line super early
i’m ballin’, need jersey
i’m way more turnt in person
my b-tch just turned thirty
if she f-ckin’, i ain’t worried
this pop i’m sippin’ dirty
she got a lil’ gut surgery
spot full of babies, nursery
rose anniversary
rose gold royal oak
foreign b-tch bad, she just be snortin’ coke
who decide war? i don’t know, you gotta ask my coat

- damedot

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