Døm - Who's Dom?

i wont ever ask if u dont ever tell me

Bubbled up no bass
Head tight blow a little grass (aye)
Heard that he smash
I ain't even motherfucking making a pass (aye)
Doing the dash
One hundred and twenty he spaz (aye)
Pushing the dash
Big bro stay pushing the dash (aye)

About 9th grade came around
Talking bout
I'm the short stack he the whole pancake
Then the whole tape flipped out
Smelling thirty's and my dad still tripping off the half bake
Why you ain't trip more
Why you ain't tell me I ain't ever have to ever live more
Now I'm feeling out about the fact I gotta hit more
Be able to give to be able to get
So what he in for
Crash
Seeing in the hospital bed
Rest
Know it's only me today
Get better
Your tolerance is fucking up up the levels
Ten's ain't work need a better way
It's the way that they made me leave
I'm okay
But strange
Every part of me was wanting to stay
I'm okay
It's okay
I'm known to blow strait to the face
Because of you G

Bubbled up no bass
Head tight blow a little grass (aye)
Heard that he smash
I ain't even motherfucking making a pass (aye)
Pushing the dash
One hundred and twenty he spaz (aye)
Pushing the dash
Big bro stay pushing the dash (aye)

I ain't even seen him
Said he moved north
Better than the short straw staying down south
Running the routes
Hundred and up and ain't touching an ounce
Maybe of gas
Maybe the pressure
Maybe a dash of the salt fuck the pepper
Denver is better than writing him letters
Not that I ever but never say never
I didn't know
Maybe I did
Not that matters I'm saying the least
Bending the street
Moving the truth
Buy it from me
Take it from you
Take it from you
Ticket to Boulder with you
Tryna accrue an investment
A testament tested
A lesson in lessening
Lessen your pockets
I'm fresher than than motherfucking listerine

Bubbled up no bass
Head tight blow a little grass (aye)
Heard that he smash
I ain't even motherfucking making a pass (aye)
Doing the dash
One hundred and twenty he spaz (aye)
Pushing the dash
Big bro stay pushing the dash (aye)
Bubbled up no bass
Head tight blow a little grass (aye)
Heard that he smash
I ain't even motherfucking making a pass (aye)
Doing the dash
One hundred and twenty he spaz (aye)
Pushing the dash
Big bro stay pushing the dash (dash)

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Writer(s): Damion Garcia
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