iHate DoMo Lyrics

Loafy Mann!

Yeah you turnt PJ

Getting money in a room full of bad bitches

I got Trueys on my jeans, check the tag nigga

I can get the hoe for free, you gotta ask nigga

These niggas snitching on their mans they so bad for business

I just walked in with a 50 she said she hate me

Bitch Im Lightskin with the cheese have my baby (have my baby)

And my brodie want to kill he barely 18 (he barley 18)

He tryna stay up with the fucking gang he sipping fake lean

Bad bitch wanna fuck and I just woke up (woke up)

I was broke up on my ass and got my loaf up

You be pillow talking to these hoes and they don't know nothin

Benz in this bitch bitches dropping when I show up (Cash Money)

He used to be my friend, I don't give a fuck about him

Post that gun we gon' take it we gon' boast about it (on my mama nigga)

And I be thinking bout the killing that's my only problem

And keep on subbing on the gram we could smoke about it

You ain't got no fucking 10 why the fuck is niggas talking? (Yop)

Bad hoes fucking and she said she want the Marni (Yop)

A chop on my side, get the playing, crash the party

She said I'm a rapper nah bitch I'm a artist

Cause I pull up on that block and get the sprayin' shit (sprayin bitch)

I'm chillin' at the Casa, this my Spanish bitch (this my Spanish bitch)

I'm a cash money boy, they can't stand this shit (can't stand)

I told that bitch to fuck me now on some manish shit

Niggas hate Loafy? I hate me too

But them niggas don't know me

Fuck that bitch she got the boot

Why these niggas so bold?

Like we won't take that shit?

Fuck around and sign a deal

I can finally go legit!

I'll kill my own kin

I can never turn to Mitch, (Never) Why the fuck I want this bitch

And all my niggas already hit

I just popped a fuckin' perc and now my body feelin itchy

Niggas like to talk, but these niggas ain't on shit!

I got Lanvins on my shoes, I got robins on the jeans

He said he wanna kill me, what the fuck this nigga mean?

My brodie tryna kill, he ain't even gotta think

I don't really want the thot, so I hit her with a wink

I used to watch the old school, cookin' crack up in the sink

She said she can't do it, well I told that bitch, leave

I got hoes in my hand, I be ballin' like the heat

She be suckin' a lot of dick, I can tell by her feet

Niggas hate Loafy that's coo, but you ain't gon' pop me

Told that bitch I got the juice, so fuck me like you Lotti

Finna paint the whole city red' like I'm Yachty

Told my mama I can't die young, like I fuck with Roddy

On gang

On gang nigga

FreeDooda nigga

Cash money and all that nigga…

All the money we be talkin' bout nigga

B-O-Y-Z nigga

Nobody fuckin' with me nigga

Fuck you talkin' bout nigga

Ay

Well I said fuck a deal, but

If the price right, I'll sign it nigga Fuck you talkin' bout

Nobody fuckin' with me with this shit

Damn right