Dame Dash Lyrics

My nigga so cocky, he indifferent, he Dame Dash ignant, but I refuse to be your mistress

He cocky, he indignant, he different, he Dame Dash ignant, but I refuse to be your mistress

I refuse to live in distress

Not even for a debor dress

Lil baby cocky, he indifferent, he Dame Dash ignant, but I refuse to be a mistress

Usually, mistresses are mysteries, and I'm a full-fledged novel baby

This a thriller, Mike Jackson type thriller

Page turner, and here's a clue, the baby's in the library with a burner

This self-cat too good to be fuckin' undercover

This kitty fight back, she bite back, she fuck back

She prefer it raw with no jimmy hat

Just don't come to me

And lil nigga, you can't hit that

My daddy is so ignant, he Kanye West persistent

When I'm mad, it's 200 roses, in couture clothes, Patek on my wrist

Yo bitch get happy over dippin' dots, but the only ice cream, that ice cream, is ice me

Ice me, that new Patek, I likey

That Rolex, he bought me

A new Cuban link, thank you daddy

Ooh, daddy dick, daddy dick, daddy dick

Up and down, on your stick

I will make you cream

Ice cream, ice cream

Ice me, ice me, that new Patek, I likey

That Rolex, he bought me

That Lambo, he got me

But this pussy a hellcat, and she bite back, she fuck back

And I know daddy ain't like that

And he's so cocky, he indignant, he Dame Dash different

He Kevin Gates persistent

The type to say, you fuck with me, you mine

Well, daddy, listen here

I'm not the bitch to stand in line

Cause what you don't know nigga, you fuck with me, you mine

I don't stand in line

You fuck with me, you mine

I don't stand in line

You fuck with me, you mine

But I guess that's not legit

This hellcat go for brothos, cause nigga better be mine

Don't run, don't run

Don't make me get my gun

Don't leave, we just talking

Baby boy don't run, don't run

Don't make me get my gun

This hellcat, she fight back, she bite back, she fuck back

Baby boy don't run, don't run

Don't make me get my gun

I spend his money just for fun

Don't run, don't run

Don't make me get my gun

I spend his money just for fun

This hellcat, she bite back, she fuck back

Little baby definitely want her lick back

I'm so cocky, I'm indignant, I'm different

I'm baby girl ignant

I wanna divorce, cause I can't force a relationship

I won't read your mind nigga

This ain't that type of shit, ain't that kind of party

He break bathroom doors like party

Baby girl is cocky, I'm indifferent

Baby girl is ignant

His money, I spent it

I scream, I scream

Ice me, ice me

That new patek, I like he

I wanna divorce, but I will settle for a divorce

My heart, he got it

My heart runs me like a locket

And with that knowledge, he so cocky

He indifferent, he dame dash ignant

My nigga go game goofy over this pussy

He'll shut a nigga down

Plus he stays ten toes down

And he bites me brick and bag

So I never wear a frown

Plus he help me fix my crown

So I pays no attention to the opinions of these sheep

Cause little bo peep, bitch you ain't gon' say a peep

Or else it's rockabye baby

Bitch I'll put your ass to sleep

Peep my nigga, bitch you leave

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He so cocky

He indifferent

He dame dash ignant

And his money, I spent it

His dick, I licked it

Like I have a dentist, I spit on it

Buffet wine like I'm a gynecologist

Money, I on you like I'm at the optometrist