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letra de what to do - damedot

[intro: damedot]
yeah
real gutta sh-t (h-lluva made this beat, baby)
ayy

[verse: damedot]
dog got me sh-ttin’ on her boyfriend (rrr, yeah)
560, b-tch, this ain’t the lil’ boy benz (uh-uh)
b-tch knockin’ at the trap, i’ma let her in (come on)
big .308 and i’ll let ’em have it (drrt)
red key in my pocket, boy, you know i’m stabbin’ (this the ‘cat)
doctor put her stomach in her ass, so you know i’m stabbin’ (soft now)
if i can’t just get some head, we goin’ to the hamptons (gotta get a room)
i can’t f-ck her in the bed, it’s money in the mattress (racks)
six hundred bucks for some vapormaxes (for some nikes)
gave a b-tch a thousand just for no attachments (here, shut up)
ar ain’t got no room, it got all attachments (it got all attachments)
we want all the smoke, we want all the action (all the action)
you say you hit my b-tch, i’ll put it past you (i would)
i can’t see sh-t, i’m pushin’ up my glasses (i can’t see)
this ain’t no scat, baby, this the fast one (the fast one)
left my old b-tch, she tried to pull a fast one (hahaha)
i ain’t see her speak, she say i’m rude (say i’m rude)
unc’ called with a thousand blues (bring ’em to me)
lil’ bro’ll put you on the news (doo-doo-doo)
i put him on the road, he ain’t know what to do (he ain’t know what to do)
i’m sippin’ on some drank, this ain’t no hundred proof
it’s stars in the ceiling, this ain’t no 600 coupe (this a wraith, n-gga)
i make a phone call, that’s a hundred goons (brrt)
f-ckin’ in a mansion, this b-tch got a hundred rooms (got a hundred rooms)
i’m ’bout to take my lil’ b-tch on a honeymoon (c’mon, honeymoon)
first i gotta take a nap, i shot a hundred moves (tired as h-ll)
couple years ago, i was sellin’ half a moons (woo)
n-gga, now it’s oranges (yeah)
n-ggas tellin’ what they saw, man, you boys informants (n-ggas rats)
i left the game and came back, hoes call me jordan (whew)
sweezee said the stove broke, i’ma use the foreman (whew)
i would play with hoes like you, but i’m usually scorin’ (i’m f-ckin’)
i can’t live with these hoes, gotta go when i’m done (i gotta go)
keep them broke cute hoes from ’round me, my b-tches get money (i’m good)
i might get a three of wock’, pour it all in a slushy (yeah)
drop a new vvs chain and go straight to milwaukee (ice, ice)
could’ve bought a pint, i bought some shoes (bought some shoes)
i need a catering service for the food (rrr)
my b-tch ass fatter than a fool (ayy, mwah)
i hit her off a perc’, she ain’t know what to do (she ain’t know what to do)
i heard you n-ggas tellin’, i can’t f-ck with you (y’all n-ggas rats)
i could wear some different shoes for a month or two (on god)
i make a phone call, couple hundred blues (brrt)
heart cold, this ice in it’s all because of you

- damedot

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