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letra de cartiers & palm trees - damjonboi

[intro]
damjonboi
[verse 1: damjonboi]
met a bad b-tch in the airport, on my way to the a
slimmy b just tapped in, and told me meet him in the bay
doing 90 in the vet, n-gga, f-ck who in the way
hit the baddist b-tches, keep the whitest [?] on my face
3 clubs in 1 night, i might stay another day
they ain’t wanna let us in, so we found another way
drop a beat and go crazy, they comparing me to ye
f-cking on your baby mama, told your son to go and play
if these n-ggas keep on hating, i’m a drop another chain
n-gga used to be my brother, now you just another lame
just took a n-gga spot, he gotta find another lane
rock presi on a b-tch, no ice, keep it plane
yeah the n-gga [?] but if he ever say my name
n-ggas running out of sauce, ain’t no need to explain
touch down in your city, i’m just looking for the red
and i’m iced the f-ck up, nigas thought i signed with vezz
n-ggas out here looking goofy, take your stupid ass to bed
[?] run up a dub, make me put it on your head
told brodie f-ck his body, aim that b-tch at his head
i can see it in your eyes, lil b-tch, you really scared

[verse 2: daboii]
just bought another chop, that i don’t even really need
i just landed off the jet, i told him meet me in the v
playing all my music back, i can’t believe it’s really me
i know tomorrow never promised, that it ain’t sh-t guaranteed
they wanna lock me up, won’t let me out b-tch i ain’t [?]
gotta get the cream, dolla bills, i feel like raekwon
thinking time is money, is you stupid? ain’t no play time
she like your d too b, this sh-t explosive like the [?]
[?] do the job, [?]
i met a couple [?], you been lieing for days
[?] fast ass b-tch, tried to lie ’bout her age
when i die, throw in my ice, so i can shine in my grave
if you need exotic oder, i got bags full of pounds
but if a n-gga got an issue, we got mags full of rounds
left my city just to focus, i be back in a while
you would think i play the fire, how i back n-ggas down
[?] that’s my brother, like my mama popped him out
passing n-ggas in their pictures, now we gotta crop them out
since you acting suicidal, b-tch, i’m leaving chalk around
n-gga, we could shoot it out, ’cause it ain’t nothing to talk about
[verse 3: mistah f.a.b.]
baby wanna choose, but i said i need a fee
tapped in with jonboi, ’bout to meet him in the d
with the connect on three way, ’bout to meet him in a week
i don’t internet beef, [?] meet me in the street
diamonds hitting like they caught a [?] fowl
bling bow, oo wow
water dripping like the nile, from the nickle to the mile
she on my pickle, i make her smile
get to spitting, they go wild
lotta n-ggas bit my style
[?] you macgruff, you be f-cking with the law
can’t tell you how that p-ssy feel, ’cause i be cumming in her jaw
sauce n-gga, so much sauce, i should work for [?]
all my bottoms red, n-ggas swerving down on pyrule
i ain’t crippin, i’m just blue strippin
counting coupe chicken
got your boo missing, you trippin wanna shoot pimpin
i’m from the heist hood, not a nice hood
lose your life hood, rest in peace to [?] and icewood

- damjonboi

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