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Damn (CC2)
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Baby, this is crazy
Oh baby, baby, me
Oh, oh oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Damn, niggas want to strip me for my paper
Damn, Ovokai didn't do a favor
Damn, you the last guy I was thinking was a hater
Damn, you was even in my pictures in Jamaica
Damn, I can't trust anyone I'm speaking to
Damn, my nigga, even you?
Damn, I can't trust a soul, nigga
Damn, she was just another gold digger
I'm riding with these wolves, they don't know niggas
Money in my pocket, I don't owe niggas
Sliding through the ends, 200 in jewels
9s in my line, we're getting motorbikes
No tint on the coupe, look, I rock a suit
On a high pursuit for a bigger route
I got three bitches, I can't lie to you
She hit four dubs, I said I'm proud of you
Got my old school out the shop, so I'm lit again
Bitch, you out of pocket, ain't no way I'm ever tapping in
Gamed up, put me on the play, all I know is win
Same nigga, I just elevated to some boss shit, what's happening?
Your colors
Let them be free, my guy
Good job, let that shit be
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Damn, niggas want to strip me for my paper
Damn, Ovokai didn't do a favor
Damn, you the last guy I was thinking was a hater
Damn, you was even in my pictures in Jamaica
Damn, I can't trust anyone I'm speaking to
Damn, my nigga, even you?
Damn, I can't trust a soul, nigga
Damn, she was just another gold digger
When I had no yay, I went overseas with a translator
Like Bobby Robson and José
It's a new connect, got a new correct
Had the newest Porsche before I ever seen a music check
I turned chir throttle, came out knocking out grams
Like "Don't Be a Menace," I was stuck in the slum
I ran it up, now I'm done
When I was busting my gun, them guys were sucking a firm in its foe
Set fire step, holler ops
And the Lord knows running a nigga down, hope his Crocs are in sport mode
Free my cellie, hope he gets out okay
Every time I woke up, it was Groundhog Day
My nigga Day saw it
I stepped on a brick, then I sold it for the same price I paid for it
Don't complain, no one cares, get your P's up
On my bricks, I could get 20 years for this re-up, it's nice