Damn - Remastered
Your hoes but they my bitches in like 5 minutes
Need a new whip with a nice finish and a double cup with some ice in it
In her mouth like a hygienist and I much rather be a side nigga
And the East coast is my side nigga
Never doubt niggas that are my niggas
That shit don't slide nigga
'Bout time I fry niggas
Halftime like slime nigga
SK outshine niggas
JT gone solo
Bad hoes take photos
Got four hoes tits ocho
Your hoes look so so
Fuck boy you hopeless
Ain't even gettin' noticed
Molly help a nigga focus
Percs help a nigga sleep
Say you call it how you see it (But)
We know that you watchin' me (So)
What the fuck these niggas mean (When)
That they say they in the league (Woah)
Girls actin' like Blues Clues
Twin hoes like who's who
Fuck a nigga bitch who knew
Need a Rarri like too soon
In the party like 'scuse you
In the party I'm too zoot
Tradin' numbers with a smooth Jew
Talkin' money on a bluetooth
Asics on my ankles get the fuck up out my face tho
These drugs make me an asshole shake that ass though when I say so
Wack hoes swear I hate those
Got a plug named Pedro
Pay that nigga usin' Pesos
Fresh nigga countin' bankroll
Like damn Lordan
How you end up gettin' all these hype fans
Damn Lordan
You the only rapper that I like man
Damn Lordan
How you end up countin' all these nice bands
Damn Lordan
Coolin' with the Klan it's only right man
Like Damn Lordan
Back at it again with the white Xans
Damn Lordan
Back at it again with the white Xans
Know a nigga hot they come around and catch a nice tan
Bitches at my spot we smoking dope and getting right fam
Man I think these niggas oughta
Just try a little harder
James Harden on the Rockets
I'm a motherfuckin' Starter
Wasn't with me when I started
Now they wanna get along
She shake her head at your swag woah she shake her ass at my songs
I be knowin' what these hoes don't
Run the game and you a slow poke
Whole check on a new bitch put too much pressure on my two wrists
Hittin' licks out the Mazda
Do coke with the models
Call that hoe up tomorrow
'Cause we ain't fuck in a while
Good gas by the pile
White lines like a mile
Pullin' bitches off my style
Don't you ever treat me like a child
Fuckin' bitches like Elijah
Ballin' on em like DeNigel
Starters everybody's favorite all these hatin' niggas in denial
Need a new whip with a nice finish and a double cup with some ice in it
In her mouth like a hygienist and I much rather be a side nigga
And the East coast is my side nigga
Never doubt niggas that are my niggas
That shit don't slide nigga
'Bout time I fry niggas
Halftime like slime nigga
SK outshine niggas
JT gone solo
Bad hoes take photos
Got four hoes tits ocho
Your hoes look so so
Fuck boy you hopeless
Ain't even gettin' noticed
Molly help a nigga focus
Percs help a nigga sleep
Say you call it how you see it (But)
We know that you watchin' me (So)
What the fuck these niggas mean (When)
That they say they in the league (Woah)
Girls actin' like Blues Clues
Twin hoes like who's who
Fuck a nigga bitch who knew
Need a Rarri like too soon
In the party like 'scuse you
In the party I'm too zoot
Tradin' numbers with a smooth Jew
Talkin' money on a bluetooth
Asics on my ankles get the fuck up out my face tho
These drugs make me an asshole shake that ass though when I say so
Wack hoes swear I hate those
Got a plug named Pedro
Pay that nigga usin' Pesos
Fresh nigga countin' bankroll
Like damn Lordan
How you end up gettin' all these hype fans
Damn Lordan
You the only rapper that I like man
Damn Lordan
How you end up countin' all these nice bands
Damn Lordan
Coolin' with the Klan it's only right man
Like Damn Lordan
Back at it again with the white Xans
Damn Lordan
Back at it again with the white Xans
Know a nigga hot they come around and catch a nice tan
Bitches at my spot we smoking dope and getting right fam
Man I think these niggas oughta
Just try a little harder
James Harden on the Rockets
I'm a motherfuckin' Starter
Wasn't with me when I started
Now they wanna get along
She shake her head at your swag woah she shake her ass at my songs
I be knowin' what these hoes don't
Run the game and you a slow poke
Whole check on a new bitch put too much pressure on my two wrists
Hittin' licks out the Mazda
Do coke with the models
Call that hoe up tomorrow
'Cause we ain't fuck in a while
Good gas by the pile
White lines like a mile
Pullin' bitches off my style
Don't you ever treat me like a child
Fuckin' bitches like Elijah
Ballin' on em like DeNigel
Starters everybody's favorite all these hatin' niggas in denial
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Writer(s): Tyree Harris
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