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letra de dam! dam! dam! - jpegmafia

[intro]
some of you n-ggas ain’t like that
so i-i-i, i can’t, i can’t ever say nothin’ to you
you know, i just gotta sum you up
you the sum up type
round you n-ggas up to one lil’ thing, you know, gotta address
put you in a bucket, dump the f-ckin’ [?]
d-mn

[verse 1]
d-mn, d-mn, i feel like the new black [?]
n-ggas studyin’ my footwork, i’m james harden
b-tch, who you wit’? (who you wit’?)
where you goin’? (uh, come here)
i thought i told your ass already i ain’t from here (facts)
and, yeah, we gotta drive to lolla and you know why
i gotta go and hurry through new jersey, can’t pump there (no)
babe (babe), i’m such a negative b-tch (why?)
my friends turned on me, then i turned rich (pshh)
sodom, gamorrah, i turned back, they still talkin’ sh-t (d-mn)
hold my hand (yeah), all my ex-ex-fans (that’s right)
i promise (yeah), i swear the baby need somebody and a new header (uh-huh)
i [?] like, “of course i could do better” (what else, uh)

[chorus]
gotta take more shots, get a good lead
keep takin’ them shots ’til the rim bleeds
’til i succeed, work like lil steve
workin’ all day, i don’t take no sick leave
in my sleep, hear cl!ck beats
gotta keep swimmin’ ’til that muhf-ckin’ ship leaves
yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
uh, what? uh, what? uh, what? uh, what?
[verse 2]
your b-tch is just f-ckin’ whoever (yeah)
i f-ck her, she’s yours, she let ’em (okay)
d-mn, is this the price of havin’ fans?
babe, i’m so precise, i’m always playin’ (ayy, what the f-ck?)
and afro thunder with these hands, uh
on your head, gon’ be some, uh (frrp, sheesh)
on my head must be some bands (yeah)
gucci mane, i think i love her (yeah)
danny swain, i think i love her (yeah)
big nose and the— (ah)
feel like andre iguodala (facts)
the money put me in a trance (what? yeah)
the label got me nudgin’ stems (wait)
i need way more than that for an advance (oh, yeah)
play with my money, sh-t won’t go as planned (for sure, sure)

[chorus]
gotta take more shots, get a good lead (for sure)
keep takin’ them shots ’til the rim bleeds
’til i succeed, work like lil steve
workin’ all day, i don’t take no sick leave
in my sleep, hear cl!ck beats
gotta keep swimmin’ ’til that muhf-ckin’ ship leaves
uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
uh, what? uh, what? uh, what? uh, what?
[outro]
oh, it’s just, man, f-ck that
i just gotta let you know
i prolly shouldn’t be talkin’ like this, but
it’s fine

- jpegmafia

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