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lirik lagu daboii - ja morant flow

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[intro]
wait
ayy, n~gga, yeah, know where we really at, n~gga
yeah, yeah, you know where we at, n~gga
yeah, yeah, you know what i claim, n~gga, you know what i bang, n~gga, sob the gang, n~gga, b~tch
yeah, you know where we at, n~gga, gang, yeah, you know what i bang, n~gga
yeah, yeah, you know what i claim, n~gga, you know what i bang, n~gga, sob the gang

[verse]
i tried to give a b~tch my heart, she f~cked around and changed on me
oh, that’s the opps? turnt around and banged on ’em
you, b~tch, keep askin’ h~lla questions, tryna build a case on me
just bought a striker for the low and it don’t got no plates on it
b~tches act like they the table, you ain’t got no plates on it
i been spint them n~ggas’ blocks, them boys ain’t never on they turf
brodie bro a real donkey, grab them k’s and go berserk
h~ll yeah, b~tch, i rap, choppers sing like lil durk
i got to shooting at an angle, n~ggas thought that i was kirk
b~tch, we get to it every day, b~tch, we ain’t waitin’ on the first
b~tch probably think that i’m out cheatin’, i’m in the studio spittin’ a verse
sweet~ass n~ggas remind me of my favorite candy, n~ggas nerds
i ain’t tryna pop no percocets today, where the syrup?
n~gga, when you run it up, you supposed to put your mans on
i had a long~ass day, i need some tits to rest on
heard your favorite rapper tape, i had to skip to next song
next song, next song, next song, and next song
i’m talkin’ to that siri b~tch like b~tch, i’m tryna head home
yeah— i told that n~gga catch those
she gettin’ dogged up ’bout a b~tch, where you find her, petco?
stupid b~tch got some nerve, tried to suck me strep throat
the foreheads on the four, boy, you ain’t tryna get high
b~tch, i don’t really f~ck with rappers, n~ggas give me b~tch vibes
macy tryna pop up on me, i had to tell that b~tch bye
og thought he had a six poured, n~gga, that’s a six five
runnin’ laps up in her head, i got lil’ baby wish wide
would stop blowin’ up her phone, she gettin’ f~cked in flip~flops
i chose the hottest n~gga out, boy, how the f~ck your ship fly?
b~tch, head was so organic, i had to tell her, “good job”
yeah, b~tch, i chase checks, not b~tches
couldn’t sign that lil’ deal, n~ggas know i’m worth tickets
b~tch done paid me for my time, i tell baby, “good business”
i don’t want the n~gga ’round me, you a certified witness
asked about you in your hood, you wasn’t certified in it
good ‘za up in my blunts, ain’t no turtle pie, n~gga
yeah, i rap with all them glocks because i really rob with ’em
on the gang, n~gga, yeah
like, nah, i ride with all them— because we really slide with ’em, on the—
yeah
don’t give a f~ck about them n~ggas if them boys ain’t my n~ggas
[outro]
on the gang, n~gga, yeah, on the gang, n~gga, yeah
yeah, you know where we at, n~gga
yeah, yeah, you know what i claim, n~gga, you know what i bang, n~gga, sob the gang, n~gga, b~tch


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