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letra de consistency - damjonboi

[intro]
(damjonboi)

[verse 1: damjonboi]
i heard this story ’bout your incident, that was some brazy sh-t
stayed down, consistency d-mn near made me rich
pull up on my ex in a mercedes, that sh-t made her sick
catch that lil’ n-gga, we gon’ k!ll him, he ain’t paid me yet
in the club, almost threw a dub, b-tch, come give me hug
she thought i was tryna get some p-ssy, we just having fun
i ain’t gotta c-ck this fn, it’s one in the head
dare a n-gga try some goofy sh-t, and he gon’ be dead
socked off should’ve been my middle name, ’cause all i see is red (godd-mn)
living like a king (uh), my life feel like a dream
made it out the struggle, b-tch, you wouldn’t believe what i seen
soon as i got my name up, i went and blessed my team
finna tell oba “come grab whatever, you don’t owe me sh-t”
b-tch came over to watch a movie, now she blowing d-ck
they let some real n-ggas in the game, now it’s over with
why the f-ck you rapping ’bout some sh-t if you ain’t sold it yet?
my brother told me go ‘head, keep shining, motherf-cker
crib so ducked, sometimes, i can’t find that motherf-cker
hit his block back to back to back, call that chainsmokin’
nightmares, thinking ’bout how we left dog brains open
shoot him in his chest a hundred times, leave his chain smoking
[verse 2: oba rowland]
game over, now you looking for your mans like in hangover
blame over, i only play in safes when the bank open
selling mob just like the zoo when they left the cage open
my b-tch got more hoes than me, yeah, she dej loafin’
jonboi make beats and push keys, i think he beethoven
n-gga want my head? go ahead, put some pape’ on it
i’ll drop your dropper, and take the money that you paid for it
your mans a ho, n-gga, you’s a ho
k!ll me, your baby mama still coming to my funeral
lil’ b-tch saying i’m the sh-t every sideshow that dookie roll
you ain’t got sh-t to show a b-tch, yeah, that’s what you be on
all my hoes is with me or they miss me
all my b’s got buns, got me feeling like i’m pimp c
gold ropes around my neck, b-tch, you cannot lynch me
boy, you ain’t no k!ller if after, your sh-t ain’t empty
(d-mn, your sh-t ain’t empty?)
i was born straight, but i’ma die rich
you should terrorize n-ggas for they water like a pirate
n-ggas took that sh-t in if you want it, like he quiet
’round here, n-ggas busting your melon, no papaya (for real)

[outro: oba rowland]
yeah, that’s the one

- damjonboi

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