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letra de shaq & kobe - damjonboi

[intro: damjonboi]
yeah, n-gga, get back on that one sh-t
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
ayy, t
if you get back on that one sh-t, know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
woo
(damjonboi)
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, ayy
hmm

[verse 1: damjonboi]
make me up this chopstick and get to squeezin’ sh-t
b-tch f-cked my mans and tried to kiss me, can’t believe this b-tch (the f-ck?)
i ain’t even rocked the buffs, so i’ve been peepin’ sh-t
swear you would’ve thought blood was blind, that n-gga keep a stick
i broke up with my b-tch, she say i treat her like a piece of sh-t
n-ggas say they demons, boy, you must ain’t met the reaper yet
every day look like the first, b-tch, i keep a chick
the say somebody died, hе must ain’t check up on his people yеt
she keep vibin’ to my sh-t, so i’ma keep her wet
i’m tryna shoot this movie, fettie must ain’t called keefer yet
n-ggas say they ballin’, you ain’t even start the season yet (no)
fmmg, sb, and tell ’em free the press

[interlude: damjonboi]
yeah, b
get back on that one sh-t, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? (f-ck n-gga, talkin’ ’bout, n-gga)
kick a motherf-cker in, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout, t? (big sb, n-gga)
we ain’t lettin’ up on sh-t, man (get that motherf-cker down real quick)
big legend, n-gga, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
ayy (woo)
[verse 2: damjonboi]
my redbone just text and say she want her soul back (nope)
did a show in lexington and brought a roll back
mikey pulled up with some percs, i bought the whole set
it hurt my heart that blood told, that boy a whole rat
n-ggas sneak dissin’ they mans on a f-ckin’ song
then slap fives when they see ’em like ain’t nothin’ wrong
i’ll put a n-gga in the sky like a f-ckin’ drone
she was ’bout to pull up ’til i told her i was in the zone

[verse 2: wallace cash & damjonboi]
me and boi in this b-tch like shaq and kobe
i just want the head, b-tch, do not be tryna get to know me
pullin’ up in some brand-new sh-t, don’t really do the oldies
ran up a hundred thousand, then i went and bought a trophy
tired of drinkin’ pop, i’ve been drinkin’ wock’ and lemonade
(ayy, wally, where you been?) sh-t, somewhere gettin’ paid
d-mn near told my fiend i love her ’cause this b-tch always bring me drank
i don’t wanna f-ck the lil’ b-tch if she don’t bring me pape’
take it out my b-tch stomach, leave it on her face
had a hundred grams on me, 12 came, i threw it past the gate
me and swan finna hit the road, let’s see what we can make
unc’ hit us with some strong sh-t, what you think it’ll take?
’bout to head to cali, go and get some pressure from the bay
up a ten on that b-tch and throw it in her face
i ain’t tryna cuddle, once i nut, i’ma need my sp-ce
every time you come around my thugs, you lookin’ out of place

- damjonboi

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