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letra de zaza - damedot

[verse]
i’m so motherf-ckin’ far, need to gps
tryna turn my whole block to a cvs
i could turn them sis into vvs
cadillac longsleeve, not the dts, yes
i’m the one these hoes call boss
house so motherf-ckin’ big, i keep on gettin’ lost
i hid a thousand pints, i ain’t never gettin’ caught
i just paid for a body, yeah, look at the results
my son turned one, he can walk now
we ain’t shootin’ out no f-ckin’ cars, we gon’ walk down
got a discount on her head, it was marked down
if i take a perc’, then her p-ssy gettin’ marked out
you used to mean the world to me, b-tch, you a mark now
now you gotta clear your own fashion nova cart now
bed so big, all these hoes gotta jump down
b-tch so pretty, i be f-ckin’ from the front now (are you in the mafia?)
bae, your p-ssy mid, i need some zaza
i need a lil’ demon that’s gon’ let me f-ck her raw-raw
got this fetty wap from my partner
all i see is drip, i’m addicted to designer
b-tch so thick, think she get it from her mama
b-tch head fire, she got bars, i’ma sign her
i ain’t see sh-t, your honor
b-tch so thick, where her waist at?
ass in the air and a pillow where her face at
she mad as h-ll she can’t get her neck back
her n-gga mad as h-ll she ain’t text back
he just bought her a bag, why you get her that?
really, you ain’t even gotta leave, i’ma give her back
really, right after i hit her, i won’t hit her back
brrt, hundred-round clip on that
i’m so motherf-ckin’ high, i can see the stars
moon boots make it look like my feet on mars
she don’t get in givin’ head, she can leave the car
i’m ten thousand dollars down when i leave the bar
gotta charge a little extra if i send it far
all i do is talk sh-t like a seminar
she gon’ ride the d-ck like a stolen car
i just switched up my rollie to an audemars
put a bag on a n-gga, make that chicken talk
if n-ggas want smoke, we put ’em in cigars
tell bro to get the lighter, we gon’ fire him up
put a freak b-tch on him, make her tie him up
a hundred fresh grams out the ninja like a hockey puck
n-ggas pillow talking to these hoes, need to tighten up
i just need to pour up some more drank, i ain’t high enough (jose the plug)
bae, your p-ssy mid, i need some zaza
i need a lil’ demon that’s gon’ let me f-ck her raw-raw

- damedot

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