DAMN! ft. Waveee Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Cmon let's go
Pork got the chop and he ready to blow
Still on the block ima throw up a four
Still with your wife ima make her a hoe
Oh shit yea i'm lit
Princess diamonds all on my bitch
Iced my watch froze my wrist
If he talking shit take that boy off the list
If he talking that shit take that boy off the list
Hit his ass like it's madden we hitting a blitz
I'm chilling for real but I'm mad as a bitch
I got him nervous like it was his first kiss (muah)
But I'm lit wit yo bitch
Yes she sucking dick you already know
I'm making my money so why the fuck would I just go sign a label cuz why would I fold
Wont sign no deal going for the kill
Heard he was strapped up navy seal
Too many plaques up hit a mill
Throw me a perc back for the trill
Too many might ode
Sipping on drank that codeine
Your bitch in the back wanna blow me
Well fuck it come blow me
My money so tall call it Yao Ming
I'm fucking this bitch from the back and I give her some Neue Wave
I sit in my car and I roll up some gas I'm smoking it giving it heat like I'm d wade
That's mf child's play
Give me a challenge no fadeaway
I can never beef with a nigga that's putting shit down like a layaway
Yea today the day
Im going straight to the top
I got a bad bitch sipping wock
I told her to come suck on my cock
She getting sloppy i told her to mop it
Too many hits she asked me when i'm dropping
Mom made a star aint no way that im stopping
Twisting and turning like we playing bop it
DAMN!
We can go band for band on these niggas
You know you was never ahead of the plan
Won't never a shooter you won't pulling that trigger
You was never a killer you one of my fans
I'm fuckin this bitch so I'm using my finger High as a bitch feel like I'm Peter Pan
The hoe that I'm with she turned to a sinner
Don't ask me for money so put down your hand
We outside every day chasing the skrilla
They over there always kicking the can like Damn the man
Running it up til i can't even stand
Play with the wavee turn to candyman
They think it's a game this ain't candy land
Nah this ain't a game
M.o.f. money over fame
I treat a bad bitch like a hoe and i treat the hoe bitch just the same
Compare and contrast but these hoes really on the same lane
I'm tweaking off gas but I'm not talking bout bane
She told me she love me I don't feel the same
Don't fuck with that thottie cuz bitch is plain
You don't got no bodies so why would you claim
Fuck the lover boy shit imma give her all pain