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damjonboi - zone life boyz pt. 2 كلمات الأغنية

[intro: nuk]
(damjonboi)

[verse 1: nuk]
boy, i’m really up and crashin’ b_tches, b_tches on my bumper
boy, i ride with dog on dog so much, it look like dumb and dumber
spend ’bout thirty there, just wear the clothes, i don’t know sh_t ’bout london
i get high as h_ll, i’m poppin’ percs until they hurt my stomach
get a brick this member, then, i might just use her kitty cat
i know about [?], that’s where my n_ggas sittin’ at
he hit you with ’bout thirty grams, can’t even put a dent in that
ain’t sh_t like gettin’ a drop on dog and hittin’ him where he livin’ at
the feds say they can’t take it light on n_ggas, we keep zip and tags
i don’t even gram for gram no more, i just be sendin’ bags
n_ggas wanna save the broke hoes, they wanna help the p_ssy
my b_tch got her own bag, icy as f_ck, she look like elsa for ’em

[chorus: nuk]
this the sh_t we asked for, they gon’ send a task force
caught another dummy in the whip just like a crash course
pickin’ up the pure sh_t, they swear i had a passport
i was on a cash tour
i was sellin’ dog when y’all was changin’ out y’all last four
this the sh_t we asked for, they gon’ send a task force
caught another dummy in the whip just like a crash course
pickin’ up the pure sh_t, they swear i had a passport
i was on a cash tour
i was sellin’ dog when y’all was changin’ out y’all last four
[verse 2: damjonboi]
this the sh_t they asked for
caught an opp, stopped him, forgot what we beat his ass for
chop a n_gga crib down and firebomb the backdoor
he ain’t never caught no body, what he strapped for?
been poppin’ my sh_t way before i had the dreads
been hittin’ y’all b_tches, i just pulled up for the head
been ridin’ with choppers, now them b_tches come with legs
and i don’t fear sh_t unless it’s god or the feds
styrofoam full of purp’, thinkin’, “d_mn, i miss the red”
love her, but i treat her like a sl_t and leave her ass on read
why these n_ggas fake bangin’? i was born in this sh_t
sb, walk in the club, thunderstorm in this b_tch, hmm
i want the pros, f_ck them hoes, we don’t want them b_tches (you can have her)
better not catch dog lackin’ ’cause we own them n_ggas
applyin’ pressure, i can’t let a b_tch that want sh_t (okay)
tryna calm my youngins down, but they on dumb sh_t
mmm, hit a n_gga thirty_two times in the back, he shaq
i can never cap on these songs, n_gga, these straight facts
they don’t wanna hear none of that sh_t, lil’ n_gga, you wack
n_ggas graduated from new era, lil’ n_gga, you cap
i be tryna bool out, but dada like f_ck that
i heard them n_ggas robbed you for your sticks, where your buffs at?
n_ggas get to seven mile, they jewelry, yeah, they tuck that
took his b_tch to the red roof, come get your sl_t back

- damjonboi

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