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lirik lagu damedot - no kit

[intro]
(welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)

[verse 1: h~llboy rodd & damedot]
make one false move and them boys murkin’ you
any problem with the goons, we the first lurkin’ (mm~hmm)
i sit and watch your crib, n~gga, f~ck searchin’
two hours to my crib, now them percs workin’ (yeah)

[verse 2: damedot]
pull up in that maybach truck and i crack the curtains
drop a ‘bow on a n~gga like i’m kendrick perkins
if bro make you famous on the camera, he gon’ get a jersey (they gon’ cook him)
but if he get away clean, i’ma give him 30

[verse 3: h~llboy rodd & damedot]
my life is so real, i ain’t gotta write (at all)
ten thousand tied perkies, i ain’t gotta fight ’em
my b~tch got all the cake, she just need some icing (ice, ice)
if i get hungry in the jungle, i’ma whoop a tiger (rrr)
i’m finna fire up this opp, somebody pass the lighter (where it’s at?)
you know i do my own stunts, b~tch, i’m like macgyver
i went straight to west v and tried to dodge indictments
then drove straight to tennessee, b~tch, i ain’t got a license (nope)
ask ronday ’bout me, n~gga, he might tell you somethin’
but if i’m jammed in that room, i can’t tell you nothin’ (shh)
you say you like to buy, well, let me sell you somethin’
ain’t no hand~to~hand, check your mail, it’s comin’ (you ain’t get it from me?)
you better let me know that you got that package, though
i got that good cuban molly with that back of blow
see, i’m consistent with this sh~t, i keep my mag for sure (sure)
i’ll k!ll your ass, i ain’t your average joe
[chorus: damedot & h~llboy rodd]
i’ve been gettin’ money for so long, i expect this sh~t
i can’t even look a n~gga way if he ain’t got a kit (ice, ice, ice)
you’ve been sellin’ dope all your life and you ain’t got a brick?
bro, he out here ‘bow sellin’ work that he know can’t even take a hit
uptown, gettin’ money like it’s ’88 (like the eighties)
rihanna with these choppers, let them b~tches shake
ovo, they wanna sign me ’cause these baby dracs (yeah)
miami in november like i’m babyface

[verse 4: h~llboy rodd & damedot]
used to love granny house, i made twenty in that same spot (yeah)
god bless the motherf~ckin’ mafia like i’m damedot (real gutter sh~t)
no book paper roll on me, rip a page out (yeah)
rose gold patek, it’ll take a n~gga main down
child like i’m dev window ’cause he like to hang out (for real)
brother for the logo, we just tryna dodge a raindrop (yeah)
i’m in a party with that ride, send you to h~ll, boy
when i pull up, he come and get the bag like a bellhop
how ironic, i was a kid gettin’ bread, slangin’ b~tter (duh)
fully on that fn’ll make that b~tch stutter
that n~gga damedot, he one rich motherf~cker
i just really want the head, yeah, b~tch, i’m tryna sl~t her (you know what’s up)
louis on my shirt (louis), bad b~tch in my sheets (mwah)
a couple men ridin’ like blood brothers, he turn up on you, i got him covered (i got it)
she want me to get her surgery ’cause she know what’s comin’ (she know what’s on)
damedot motherf~ckin’ racks, b~tch, the one and only
[chorus: damedot & h~llboy rodd]
i’ve been gettin’ money for so long, i expect this sh~t
i can’t even look a n~gga way if he ain’t got a kit (ice, ice, ice)
you’ve been sellin’ dope all your life and you ain’t got a brick?
bro, he out here ‘bow sellin’ work that he know can’t even take a hit
uptown, gettin’ money like it’s ’88 (like the eighties)
rihanna with these choppers, let them b~tches shake
ovo, they wanna sign me ’cause these baby dracs (yeah)
miami in november like i’m babyface (duh)

[outro]
(welcome to the trenches, stay dangerous)

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