lirik lagu damedot - bored
[intro]
are you in the mafia?
am i in the what?
[chorus]
i’m playin’ with the blues, i’m playin’ with the pints
you playin’ with the mafia, you playin’ with your life
i’m playin’ with the dog, i’m hittin’ that sh~t twice
i’m playin’ with your ho, she think she a n~gga wife
i’m playin’ with the brown, i’m playin’ with the oranges
i play around with these hoes’ heart when i get bored
you playin’ in the streets, i’m playin’ with a bag
i’m playin’ b~tches bold, you goin’ out sad
[verse 1]
i don’t want the lip, b~tch, i just came to trick
fly a b~tch to cali, buy her ass and some tits (come on)
took two~fifty and i made me a split
sweets facetimed me, say he almost at a brick
these not balmains, b~tch, these amiris
thirty~two flavors, b~tch, this sh~t like ben & jerry’s
me and this lil’ ar pistol just got married
you’d never get no money ’cause you scary
when we go out, it’s at least twenty with us
all~white buffs on, i don’t do no sit~ups (i don’t do no sit~ups)
stalkin’ b~tch textin’, tryna meet d~ck this a set up
i’m tryna see how many grams i can press up
[chorus]
i’m playin’ with the blues, i’m playin’ with the pints
you playin’ with the mafia, you playin’ with your life
i’m playin’ with the dog, i’m hittin’ that sh~t twice
i’m playin’ with your ho, she think she a n~gga wife
i’m playin’ with the brown, i’m playin’ with the oranges
i play around with these hoes’ heart when i get bored
you playin’ in the streets, i’m playin’ with a bag
i’m playin’ b~tches bold, you goin’ out sad
[verse 2]
i don’t want the lip, b~tch, i just came to trick
smokin’ white runtz, this sh~t five hundred a zip
got some act’ poured, this ’bout twenty~five a sip
keep one up top with a 30 in the clip
new chain, new chain alert, this b~tch super icy
soon as i got it, show my haters and i knew they liked it
i got this bad smart b~tch with a stupid body
she always pick rich n~ggas, got a choosing problem
she playin’ with my b~lls, i’m hittin’ her with the pipe
her n~gga want a feature, told him, “bet, i need some pints”
i’m playin’ with the dog, the feds playin’ around with my dogs
i’ma make it right back if i spend it all
n~gga, all i gotta do is point, chris paul
versace on my belt, versace on my drawers
i’m in the bar performing, got some shooters in the car
i’m sippin’ all the red, but i’m sellin’ all the par
[chorus]
i’m playin’ with the blues, i’m playin’ with the pints
you playin’ with the mafia, you playin’ with your life
i’m playin’ with the dog, i’m hittin’ that sh~t twice
i’m playin’ with your ho, she think she a n~gga wife
i’m playin’ with the browns, i’m playin’ with the oranges
i play around with these hoes’ heart when i get bored
you playin’ in the streets, i’m playin’ with a bag
i’m playin’ b~tches bold, you goin’ out sad
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