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damjonboi - what you gone do كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(it’s j—)
hmm

[verse]
i heard the feds takin’ pictures, look alive (look alive)
don’t even write no more, just hit the booth and close my eyes (sh_t)
n_ggas lame, it ain’t surprise me when i heard they switched sides
(i heard they switched sides)
a hundred n_ggas in the club, twenty bottles, this sh_t litty
whoever would’ve thought that i’d be top ten in my city?
poured an eight of wock’, sh_t so dark that it look like henny (sh_t)
been about that green since a youngin like i went to fendi
i ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout no b_tches, i’ve been focused (i’ve been—)
shot that boy so many f_ckin’ times, his body smokin’ (sh_t)
half pound of dark green, sh_t, it look like ocre
grap it twice before we jump on the road because it’s potent
got a question for you, ever see a n_gga die?
sent a text to a dead opp like he was gon’ reply
b_tch suckin’ d_ck in a blindfold, i guess she shy
been through some sh_t that i don’t really talk about, they wonder why
ain’t talked to blood in two weeks, if he call, i’m still slidin’ (real)
big foreign on them forgios, i’m still glidin’
n_ggas raps be fairy tales, you could tell they still lyin’
i ain’t f_cked this b_tch in months, but you can tell she still mine, mmm
[chrous]
what you gon’ do if them n_ggas start slidin’? (start slidin’)
you gon’ grab your chopstick or start hidin’? (or start hidin’)
is you gon’ keep slidin’ when this sh_t over with? (this sh_t over with)
drop a p_ssy n_gga, then stand over him
shoot a p_ssy in his face
f&n in his mouth, now he know how death tastes (d_mn)
high as f_ck, leave out the club, jump in the foreign like “let’s race”
told lil’ mama i don’t really want her p_ssy, just face
everybody k!llers now, that’s some sh_t you would cap about
and if you really was, that ain’t no sh_t that you should rap about
clutchin’ on my stick at the crib when i’m backin’ out
f_cked her and cuffed her friend, that’s some sh_t to laugh about (ha)
right pocket lookin’ swole, i ain’t choosin’, i was chose
f_ck a b_tch, get your pros (get your motherf_ckin’ pros)
all them hoes gon’ d_ck suck when they see you up that roll
wanna be your best friend when they see you on that road
make a n_gga talk to god when he see me up that pole

- damjonboi

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