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letra de washed my hands - damedot

[intro]
(are you in the mafia?)
(meech)
whew

[chorus]
the money counter jammed, gotta count this sh-t by hand (beep)
it feel like summerslam, how i’m wrestlin’ with these bands
can i make a brick? yes, i can (yes, i can, b-tch)
tell me, do you want this sh-t brown, do you want it tan? (how you want it?)
tell me, do you wanna f-ck a boss, or do you got man? (huh?)
n-gga, have you ever got spooked when you seen a van?
n-gga, have you ever lost count runnin’ through them bands? (them racks)
i don’t f-ck with fake-ass n-ggas, i done washed my hands (i done washed my hands)
[verse 1]
n-ggas ain’t got no pape’, i don’t understand (i don’t get it)
i don’t sell weed, i gave the plug to my mans (here)
im only f-ckin’ with that h, i put him in his bag (grr)
i’m f-ckin’ on a baddie, got my exes mad (mwah)
i only wear amiri, you can check the tag (look at this sh-t)
’bout to hit up saks, spend them racks (spend them racks)
i only want your b-tch for one night, you can get her back (come get this ho)
this lil’ freaky b-tch take her knees, put ’em on her hands
and she say her best friend a freak, put her on my mans (mwah)
can i hit your b-tch? yes, i can (yes, i can, n-gga)
i just hit a freaky-ass b-tch, wasn’t even in the plans (haha)
i don’t even know the b-tch name, but she look like a jaz (whew)
pretty-ass face, no waist with a lot of ass
good brains with the booty, she a freaky lookin’ college grad (yeah)
i want the smoke with these n-ggas, i’ma hit the stash (i want all the smoke)
fetty, fetty, where you at? i got some doggy, doggy (grr)
that’s another fifty racks, yeah, when doggy caught me (when doggy caught me)
b-tch, i’m in the mafia, don’t call me paulie (h-ll nah)
i just put on probation, they just took me off it (i just got off that sh-t)
i know your b-tch got skeletons inside her closet (she freaky as h-ll)
when she on this d-ck, i can’t get her off it (on no cap)
want the bag on me? gotta get it off me (whew)
went to cali, flew the bag home and you know i caught it (and you know i caught it)

[chorus]
the money counter jammed, gotta count this sh-t by hand (beep)
it feel like summerslam, how i’m wrestlin’ with these bands
can i make a brick? yes, i can (yes, i can, b-tch)
tell me, do you want this sh-t brown, do you want it tan? (how you want it?)
tell me, do you wanna f-ck a boss, or do you got man? (huh?)
n-gga, have you ever got spooked when you seen a van?
n-gga, have you ever lost count runnin’ through them bands? (them racks)
i don’t f-ck with fake-ass n-ggas, i done washed my hands (i done washed my hands)
[verse 2]
show up with the blues like i’m snoop dogg (like i’m snoop dogg)
and you know i got the red nose, call me rudolph (grr)
shoot a shot at a n-gga b-tch, i don’t hoop, dog (mwah)
rack alert, i’m ’bout to throw a band (’bout to throw a band)
the way damedot blow the money, need a money fan
i don’t rap about sellin’ weed, but call me money man (nah)
you can catch me on the humbug, out on a hundred bands (hundred racks)
b-tch say i know her n-gga, that’s my other, other mans (oh, that’s my dog)
mike amiri purple jeans, i don’t wear no other pants (nah)
can i put you on? yes, i can (yes, i can, n-gga)
sign with rgs, you get fifty thousand in advance (rgs)
i just flew a smooth-ass b-tch in from j-pan (whew)
i just put a tax on a bag like i’m uncle sam (i need mines)
take a b-tch where she wanna go and make her pay the tab (yeah)
this p sh-t run through my veins, got the gift of gaz (got the gift of gaz)
(meech)

- damedot

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