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letra de baccarat - damjonboi

[intro: damjonboi]
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
ghetto superstars, man
in the hood signin’ autographs and sh-t, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
yeah, what up? sb in this b-tch, n-gga
that way, n-gga
(you’re not makin’ this easy, kyle)

[verse 1: damjonboi]
ayy, what they gon’ do with me?
in the club strapped, spillin’ nayo on my louis sneaks
left the fn at the crib, pulled up with the chop
b-tch asked me was i wearin’ creed, nah, this baccarat
please don’t compare me to these n-ggas, that sh-t sound funny
shoot a n-gga in his sh-t, i got bond money
i just met this lil’ b-tch, she talkin’ ’bout, “i love you”
brodie cussed me out ’cause i was dolo, n-gga, i been thuggin’
these n-ggas still hatin’, must be broke, my whole city up
i don’t drink rémy, that sh-t make me beat my b-tches up
foreign shoe rocker, moncler smell like dope
i bought them shoes you wanted, now lil’ b-tch, give me that throat
still runnin’ up bags
in the vip with gang, still runnin’ up tags
pourin’ drank up in a foreign, pray to god i don’t crash
f-ck replyin’ to a diss song, we on your ass
b-tches was on d-ck way before a n-gga had cash
let me switch it up
got my d-ck all in your b-tch mouth, so she ain’t pickin’ up
forgiatos on that 550 got me sittin’ up
ain’t tryna hear about that broke n-gga, b-tch, just hit the blunts
smoke a n-gga like a vape
should’ve got this d-ck when i was broke, now you gotta wait
sb, that’s gang sh-t, shoot a n-gga in his face
me and t go way back since we was hoopin’ on crates
b-tch, stay in your place
[verse 2: unkle d money]
b-tch a leech, got the ‘woods, but ain’t blowin’
they was slidin’, how your ass got the wood, but ain’t blowin’?
ayy, coach, put his ass on the wood, he ain’t scorin’
yeah, n-gga, i be out of town like a tourist
dog dancin’, pull up with that pit, place your order
if they ever get behind us, then my b-tch know to floor it
lightskin and she foreign, if they catch her, she deported
n-ggas be right there with the plug, but they don’t know ’cause it’s cordless
call of duty guns, but if you get hit, no redeploying
best find some new sauce, ’cause we done f-cked up that unemployment

[outro: damjonboi]
gang
gang, gang

- damjonboi

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