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lirik lagu damjonboi - what you gone do

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[intro]
(it’s j—)
hmm

[verse]
i heard the feds takin’ pictures, look alive (look alive)
don’t even write no more, just hit the booth and close my eyes (sh~t)
n~ggas lame, it ain’t surprise me when i heard they switched sides
(i heard they switched sides)
a hundred n~ggas in the club, twenty bottles, this sh~t litty
whoever would’ve thought that i’d be top ten in my city?
poured an eight of wock’, sh~t so dark that it look like henny (sh~t)
been about that green since a youngin like i went to fendi
i ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout no b~tches, i’ve been focused (i’ve been—)
shot that boy so many f~ckin’ times, his body smokin’ (sh~t)
half pound of dark green, sh~t, it look like ocre
grap it twice before we jump on the road because it’s potent
got a question for you, ever see a n~gga die?
sent a text to a dead opp like he was gon’ reply
b~tch suckin’ d~ck in a blindfold, i guess she shy
been through some sh~t that i don’t really talk about, they wonder why
ain’t talked to blood in two weeks, if he call, i’m still slidin’ (real)
big foreign on them forgios, i’m still glidin’
n~ggas raps be fairy tales, you could tell they still lyin’
i ain’t f~cked this b~tch in months, but you can tell she still mine, mmm
[chrous]
what you gon’ do if them n~ggas start slidin’? (start slidin’)
you gon’ grab your chopstick or start hidin’? (or start hidin’)
is you gon’ keep slidin’ when this sh~t over with? (this sh~t over with)
drop a p~ssy n~gga, then stand over him
shoot a p~ssy in his face
f&n in his mouth, now he know how death tastes (d~mn)
high as f~ck, leave out the club, jump in the foreign like “let’s race”
told lil’ mama i don’t really want her p~ssy, just face
everybody k!llers now, that’s some sh~t you would cap about
and if you really was, that ain’t no sh~t that you should rap about
clutchin’ on my stick at the crib when i’m backin’ out
f~cked her and cuffed her friend, that’s some sh~t to laugh about (ha)
right pocket lookin’ swole, i ain’t choosin’, i was chose
f~ck a b~tch, get your pros (get your motherf~ckin’ pros)
all them hoes gon’ d~ck suck when they see you up that roll
wanna be your best friend when they see you on that road
make a n~gga talk to god when he see me up that pole


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