CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : DAMN
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Tapes
On
Beat
I went from ripping ripstix to ripping the big splits
Turn zip to a brick now flipping the business
What I do with all this money? I whip em at big t**s
Then this is for the kid he’s fixing to get in it like
Damn
Take it to the back (back)
B*t*h I’m balling like nash
What’s a kid from the burbs sposed to do with all this cash
How I’m 'sposed to go slow when I’m peddling the gas, that’s facts
Aim back
How I’m 'sposed to lay back when I could just spit a rap
Make a milli off the music get rich of the pen and pad
Used to drop jaws with my hands (Mix, tapes, on, beat)
You know what’s better raw when I dance
Said imma spit it raw make em dance
Imma need the cash in advance
Hella racks
Rubbеrbands
Bad fifties
Fat t**ties
With an a** in my hands
Face down, a** up, I’m thе man (Mix, tapes, on, beat)
All this chit-chat goin on and on
I’m not tryna be up at this party long
Soon as them lights go off its on
Imma take it to the crib to the break of dawn
Imma die from the fake sh*t
Smile, never need to, yeah
I need a facelift
Face it
B*t*hes strait up better than a paycheck, ain't it
Funny how you funny b*t*hes ain't sh*t, damn
B*t*hes tryna steel but I’m stainless, damn
I don’t give a f**k who you
(Luke Gawne)
Came with
You ain’t worth the time or the patience
Not a**ociated with the nameless
Aimless
Aimed with
One up in the chamber
Dangerous
Hater’s runaway I make ‘em anxious
(Seppi)
F**king with the don and I’m gone
Killin killin King Kong in the song
When I’m with the homie Gawne
Drop the bombs Kim Jong, all night, all along
Gotta kill it for the money and my mom got down with the (Mix, tapes, on, beat)
All this chit-chat goin on and on
I’m not tryna be up at this party long
Soon as them lights go off its on
Imma take it to the crib to the break of dawn (Mix, tapes, on, beat)
Tapes
On
Beat
I went from ripping ripstix to ripping the big splits
Turn zip to a brick now flipping the business
What I do with all this money? I whip em at big t**s
Then this is for the kid he’s fixing to get in it like
Damn
Take it to the back (back)
B*t*h I’m balling like nash
What’s a kid from the burbs sposed to do with all this cash
How I’m 'sposed to go slow when I’m peddling the gas, that’s facts
Aim back
How I’m 'sposed to lay back when I could just spit a rap
Make a milli off the music get rich of the pen and pad
Used to drop jaws with my hands (Mix, tapes, on, beat)
You know what’s better raw when I dance
Said imma spit it raw make em dance
Imma need the cash in advance
Hella racks
Rubbеrbands
Bad fifties
Fat t**ties
With an a** in my hands
Face down, a** up, I’m thе man (Mix, tapes, on, beat)
All this chit-chat goin on and on
I’m not tryna be up at this party long
Soon as them lights go off its on
Imma take it to the crib to the break of dawn
Imma die from the fake sh*t
Smile, never need to, yeah
I need a facelift
Face it
B*t*hes strait up better than a paycheck, ain't it
Funny how you funny b*t*hes ain't sh*t, damn
B*t*hes tryna steel but I’m stainless, damn
I don’t give a f**k who you
(Luke Gawne)
Came with
You ain’t worth the time or the patience
Not a**ociated with the nameless
Aimless
Aimed with
One up in the chamber
Dangerous
Hater’s runaway I make ‘em anxious
(Seppi)
F**king with the don and I’m gone
Killin killin King Kong in the song
When I’m with the homie Gawne
Drop the bombs Kim Jong, all night, all along
Gotta kill it for the money and my mom got down with the (Mix, tapes, on, beat)
All this chit-chat goin on and on
I’m not tryna be up at this party long
Soon as them lights go off its on
Imma take it to the crib to the break of dawn (Mix, tapes, on, beat)
