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gah damn - c7 (us) lyrics

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yeah, c7sh*t, b*tch
they ain’t ready, c7sh*t

[hook: cosmo, jay gwin]
yuh
like b*tch (b*tch)
come and sit up on my face (yuh)
fendi, gucci on my waist (huh?)
louis, prada, what it take? gah d*mn (d*mn)
there ain’t no time to waste (no)
she gon’ do what i say (yuh)
ain’t got no time to lay (b*tch), gah d*mn (d*mn)
come and sit up on my face (b*tch)
fendi, gucci on my waist (yuh)
louis, prada, what it take? gah d*mn (d*mn)
there ain’t no time to waste (yeah, what?)
she gon’ do what i say (what?)
ain’t got no time to lay, gah d*mn (yeah, what up, uh, huh)
[verse 1: jay gwin]
it another week and i be back up at the bank (gah d*mn)
takin’ all the money, teller don’t know what to think (lil’ b*tch)
huh, i ain’t with the goofy sh*t, i’m not the one to prank
huh, yeah, shut up b*tch and pour me another drink
yeah i’m tryna get lit, brought a clip, i don’t give a sh*t (i don’t give a sh*t)
i’m in a new crib, money big, got a lot of it (got a lot of it)
i’m with a new b*tch, h*lla thick, in a fendi fit (she be in a fendi fit)
she love how i drip, i’m the sh*t, hundred on the whip
dummy little boy you know you could never compete with me (no you can’t)
lookin’ over my shoulder, i’m clever, movin’ like a g (like a g)
upgradin’ the gang, pull the lever, ballin’ like 23 (we be ballin’ b*tch)
our name gonna live on forever i f*ckin’ guarantee
huh, let me chill a little bit (i f*ckin’ guarantee this sh*t, little dummy boy)
but you need to benefit before you ball out with the clique, gah d*mn (c7 motherf*cker, 3k in a month)
watch me throw another bill (no promotion)
like the b*tch from dr. phil (no nothing, all us)
catch me outside and check my will, like b*tch

[hook: cosmo, brian o’shea]
like b*tch (b*tch)
come and sit up on my face (yuh)
fendi, gucci on my waist (huh?)
louis, prada, what it take? gah d*mn (d*mn)
there ain’t no time to waste (no)
she gon’ do what i say (yuh)
ain’t got no time to lay (b*tch), gah d*mn (d*mn)
come and sit up on my face (b*tch)
fendi, gucci on my waist (yuh)
louis, prada, what it take? gah d*mn (d*mn)
there ain’t no time to waste (yeah, what?)
she gon’ do what i say (what?)
ain’t got no time to lay, gah d*mn (ayy, ayy)
[verse 2: brian o’shea]
gah d*mn, we got the top five in the top ten
got the block vibin’ where i stand
on the hot lava, i’m iced in
if the pot’s hot, put the rice in
got the top knot, feelin’ nice man
if the shots pop in the night, then
we gon send ’em back, see me on viceland, ooh
top of the mornin’, let’s gets this sh*t rollin’, don’t got me a foreign but i gotta go
feelin’ like kendrick, i’m feel like i’m wheezy, i’m warmin’ up easy, i’m cole, i’m the g.o.a.t
feel like i’m drizzy, i feel like i’m ye with a grammy, gon’ p*ss in it, raise me a toast
big brain on top and tell me i won’t boast and tell me i wan’t smoke, wooh
motherf*ckers always outside with the bullsh*t
and we gon’ slide if the shoe fit
and we gon’ hit ’em in the head, where the tool hit
and we gon’ string’ em up dead, we nuisance, uh
burn the bodies, we ruthless, uh
sloppy hobby, she do this, yuh
no one top me, y’all stop to watch me
i’m calling shots and y’all carbon copies, gah d*mn
c7sh*t

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