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letra de drumline - damjonboi

[intro]
damjonboi

[verse 1: damjonboi]
now everybody wanna know when i’ma drop
i guess them n-ggas thought i wasn’t gon’ hit the block
this sh-t d-mn near got me rich [?] stop
don’t wannna hear about your baby daddy, b-tch, give me top
you rock another n-gga’s sh-t, boy, you a lame
i ain’t gon’ lie, last year, i did my thing
wack a p-ssy n-gga over feddy, f-ck some fame
i’m only f-cking with the gang, you n-ggas strange
could’ve took your ass to work, but you a p-ssy
you n-ggas slid, ain’t hit sh-t, them n-ggas rookys
forever chasing bankrolls, i gotta have it
get off them perkies, grab them choppers and get active
i got a play i gotta make, a stop on [?]
this ho done swallowed everything, b-tch, you a savage
you can’t compare me to them n-ggas, ’cause they average
just talked to slim, i gotta take a trip to dalace
b-tch, this one for beezy
30 k on my neck, my sh-t freezy
dropped a mansion in the sticks, that sh-t was easy
i really motivate the thugs, i think i’m jeezy

[chorus: damjonboi]
a different day, a different dollar, getting to this pape
they said we ain’t cut like that for real, had to demenstrate
h-llcats back to back, paint look like tropicana
jump out with a drum, hit him with that cannon
hit him with that cannon
hop out with that drum, hit him with that cannon
hit him with that cannon
hop out with a drum, hit him with [?]
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
b-tch, let’s get one thing straight
i will line you n-ggas up, that’s one thing straight
8 chains around my neck, not one thing fake
sware to god these n-ggas 12, like 138
yeah, b-tch, we up that scope, we don’t get even with them
skervy n-gga, i hit a n-gga pint and drink it with him
sware these n-ggas turn to hoes, if you ain’t eating with them
matter fact, don’t ask about no n-gga if you don’t see me with him
yeah, real street n-gga, never change for nothing
heard you bought ice and got it took, you got a chain for nothing
eh, got it out the mut, yo, we came from nothing
diss me, and be another rap n-gga slain in public
we already had exotics, you was getting [?]
made a million in my bunk, sitting in the feds
n-ggas plotting on they mans, just to get a bag
for a couple grand, i’ll have lil gang hit him in his hand

- damjonboi

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