Kovered in the Bl64d

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Damedot - Rap

Kovered in the Bl64d

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[Intro] (Rell On The Track) Are you in the mafia? Am I in the what? Whatever you want to call it, an organized crime [Verse 1] It's somethin' 'bout when that dash say two hundred My Sprite cost two hundred, this stretched denim, these not no red monkeys I gotta give a big-ups to the junkies (Thank you) Shit, I made most of my money off these hunkies Brodie got the big fin, he think he a fish (Bah, bah, bah) This nigga think he tough, but I think he a bitch (Nigga a ho) I'm good when I'm in Oakland like I'm B Legit (Yeah, yeah) My bitch got on Amiri, not no Fila Fitch (Mwah) You need a rich nigga, bitch, get you a mink I told my bitch keep it one thousand, it's just you and me (It's up) I still don't choose these hoes, hoes be choosin' me (I swear) Same day, man, shit changed but the jewelry I just wanna spend some money Lil' slime came with a hundred, raise it up, he gettin' buckets Talk wet, we gon' slice his onion, turn this bar shit to open surgery 2018, I was splurgin' He ran up, thought shit was sweet, then the— curved him Wild dog, since some rich niggas all in my circle Too many choker chains on, bitch, I'm turnin' purple This lil' nigga want my number, seen me with the Purple [Chorus] Man, y'all lil' niggas too hot, doggy, I can't serve you I call Hutch and he answer, this a real emergency If I die today, I want it all on when they bury me Ate an RP and another one, she say she scared of me When I hit her with this dick, I guarantee she cherish me [Verse 2] Bitch, I'm gettin' off off right now, take it off, off Fuck it, get my rocks off, on the chicken like hot sauce Niggas tryna take my sauce, you won't catch me at Mai Tai's (Nah) Bitch, show me them tai tais, I don't eat no Five Guys (Nope) Bad bitch eatin' hot fries, I'm on the phone with my jeweler In a long sleeve with my shooter, bitch, what's up with that cootie? (What's up with it?) Neck worth 'bout a sixty-ball, it's rose gold, look stupid It's all on like it ain't worth a penny while I'm boolin' (I'm chillin') The feds kick the door, I'ma try to win 'em (I'm out) Bitch say her L's good, she gon' drive the rental (Let's go) Bro'll take your head off if I get a signal (That nigga) Lil' boy, you soft as hell, why you got a pistol? (Haha) I'ma say this once, bitch, what you tryna get into? The way lil' baby hit the head, shit was monumental Bitch done ate the whole snake and drunk all the venom (Mwah) By the summer, I'ma be playin' with a quarter ticket, rich niggas all in my circle When you cuffer than a blood, can't nobody hurt you When like your heart, understand somebody got it worser [Chorus] Man, y'all lil' niggas too hot, dog, I can't serve you I call Hutch and he answer, this a real emergency If I die today, I want it all on when they bury me Ate an RP and another one, she say she scared of me When I hit her with this dick, I guarantee she cherish me [Outro] (Rell On The Track)

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  • Damedot