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gotdamn - ain't shit gang lyrics

[hook #1: alex davis]
i said my head’s like the apartment off new girl
but way cooler
what i guess i’m trying to say is
sometimes there’s multiple voices in my medula
yo’ b-tch came to the kick-back.. we was cooling..
missed her mouth, hit her eye, now she looks like rick the ruler
gotd-mn!
gotd-mn!
gotd-mn!
(how this n-gg- so clean? seems like he don’t try
soon as i walk in they say gotdaaaamn!)
gotd-mn, got d-mn
gotd-mn

[verse 1: fl lotto]
i got a vice grip on my vices
got the honey in the blunt
money on her tummy got my pockets lookin b-mmy
6’5, got bunnies, don’t jump
i just hit her from the back, i ain’t even gon’ front
movie star looks i don’t really gotta stunt
i’m just really bout my cash
add it up make it flip, no reciprocal
bet the boot will hit you where a fruit would f-cking tickle you
b-tches wanna get it and their b-tches wanna get it to
money stuck to my pockets like my nails stick to residue
b-tch i said it too, i’m going up on a tuesday
car go zoom like a picture with a new frame that’s bigger now
better simmer down when you get around a real n-gg-
if i f-ck around and pull the tommy out then he’ll figure (hilfiger)
that i’m running these tracks like a field n-gg-
for real n-gg-

[hook #2: fl lotto]
i see my head as an eraser
b-tch i’m cursing like a sailor – or anubis
half a bottle, no chaser, b-tch i do this
girl this sh-t ain’t cinderella, but if that f-cking shoe fits
imma pipe you down and make you need some new ribs
gotd-mn!
gotd-mn!
gotd-mn!
(how this n-gg- so clean? seems like he don’t try
soon as i walk in they say “gotdaaaamn!”)
gotd-mn, got d-mn
gotd-mn

[verse 2: alex davis]
catch me b-mpin based god
sing on b-tches with the “figaro!”
peaches in her jeans
i stick and eat like it was sushi roll
please don’t play with me
i need the green just like luigi’s shorts
smoke purp like pants of piccolo
freaky like ouigi board
balling like i’m ichiro
homers out my speaker (doh!)
creeping through my streets real low
with reefer in my vehicle

[bridge]
*gotd-mn montage*

[hook #3: alex davis]
i said my head
often be tipping all up, caught in the repetition
battles itself like congress, probably still more efficient
p-ssy you got a problem, then start a f-cking petition
and say you mad that i’m winning, you’re tender as toilet tissue
and i’m through with the fu-gacy like wayne
paul pierce: i’m the truth
off white lil queen doing things in the coupe
been the mane, same name
same gang, gain pace every day lil boy
gotd-mn!
gotd-mn!
gotd-mn!
(how this n-gg- so clean? seems like he don’t try
soon as i walk in they say “gotdaaaamn!”)
gotd-mn, got d-mn
gotd-mn

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