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damjonboi - baccarat lyrics
[intro: damjonboi]
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
ghetto superstars, man
in the hood signin’ autographs and sh_t, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
yeah, what up? sb in this b_tch, n_gga
that way, n_gga
(you’re not makin’ this easy, kyle)
[verse 1: damjonboi]
ayy, what they gon’ do with me?
in the club strapped, spillin’ nayo on my louis sneaks
left the fn at the crib, pulled up with the chop
b_tch asked me was i wearin’ creed, nah, this baccarat
please don’t compare me to these n_ggas, that sh_t sound funny
shoot a n_gga in his sh_t, i got bond money
i just met this lil’ b_tch, she talkin’ ’bout, “i love you”
brodie cussed me out ’cause i was dolo, n_gga, i been thuggin’
these n_ggas still hatin’, must be broke, my whole city up
i don’t drink rémy, that sh_t make me beat my b_tches up
foreign shoe rocker, moncler smell like dope
i bought them shoes you wanted, now lil’ b_tch, give me that throat
still runnin’ up bags
in the vip with gang, still runnin’ up tags
pourin’ drank up in a foreign, pray to god i don’t crash
f_ck replyin’ to a diss song, we on your ass
b_tches was on d_ck way before a n_gga had cash
let me switch it up
got my d_ck all in your b_tch mouth, so she ain’t pickin’ up
forgiatos on that 550 got me sittin’ up
ain’t tryna hear about that broke n_gga, b_tch, just hit the blunts
smoke a n_gga like a vape
should’ve got this d_ck when i was broke, now you gotta wait
sb, that’s gang sh_t, shoot a n_gga in his face
me and t go way back since we was hoopin’ on crates
b_tch, stay in your place
[verse 2: unkle d money]
b_tch a leech, got the ‘woods, but ain’t blowin’
they was slidin’, how your ass got the wood, but ain’t blowin’?
ayy, coach, put his ass on the wood, he ain’t scorin’
yeah, n_gga, i be out of town like a tourist
dog dancin’, pull up with that pit, place your order
if they ever get behind us, then my b_tch know to floor it
lightskin and she foreign, if they catch her, she deported
n_ggas be right there with the plug, but they don’t know ’cause it’s cordless
call of duty guns, but if you get hit, no redeploying
best find some new sauce, ’cause we done f_cked up that unemployment
[outro: damjonboi]
gang
gang, gang
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