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lirik lagu damedot - ion feel like rapping

[intro]
([?])
are you in the mafia?
am i in the, what?
whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
i’m in the waste management business

[verse]
furious, tryna get me quarter million for a tape but i don’t feel like rappin’
how the f~ck is i’ma leave this crib when it’s racks inside the mattress?
everybody ’round me savage, they droppin’ sh~t just to make me happy
i got on this rick, you can’t find it, so don’t look (don’t look for this sh~t)
you reach, n~gga, you cooked, these hundreds on me look like a book
your b~tch say she tired of you, she wanna ride with me
shе told me you be smokin’ mid, she wanna gеt high with me
i’m ’bout to grab her plane ticket, she gon’ fly with it
she already got some ass, just gotta buy her titties
n~gga, i ain’t with the chitty~chat, you can get a pack
my young n~gga run off with your sh~t, you can’t get it back
i can wear one chain and one watch, that’s two~hundred racks
don’t slam the doors in this back, i had to tell this b~tch relax
the difference between me and you, you call your b~tch, i caught her plug
rolls truck parked in the trenches, she ain’t pullin’ up
everybody havin’ motion, this dumbass b~tch ain’t no hooter
if a n~gga ass ain’t faster than this fn then he out of luck
lambo motive, got the bubble guts, b~tch, is we gon’ f~ck or what?
plug say he pullin’ up, i thought it was a tonka truck
everytime i fail, wasn’t n0body there to help me up
why the f~ck i’m starin’ at this here pint and sayin’, “seal me up”?
the streets broke my heart, but this codiene came to heal me up (it’s drank)
i can’t pop another f~ckin’ pill, i ain’t feelin’ nothin’ (i can’t feel my face)
try me, we gon’ put under, i’ve been ballin’ twelve summers
d~mn near need to get some brand new tires, i done burned the rubber
bad b~tch beggin’ me for [?], my opps goin’ through the struggle
6k for this louis belt, they catch me with this switch, i’ma be in f~ckin’ trouble
slidin’ in that foreign, i’m in [?] drive
n~gga tried to run inside, he ain’t make it out alive
b~tch seen this water on my neck and got hypnotized
not you tryna be a ride or die and really ’bout to die
n~gga wanna be dumb, now his mama havin’ a fish fry
i’m thumbin’ through these racks
i don’t feel like rappin’
n~gga done got his sh~t put on the wall like a f~ckin’ flattie
now i got all of this blood on my diors, i’ma need some napkins
ever since i put this switch on this glock, i been overreactin’
and the way they runnin’ they mouth or somethin’, get dropped, i ain’t gon’ know what happened (i ain’t gon’ know sh~t)
[outro]
real gutter sh~t
b~tch
yeah
my sh~t

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