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doggin hoes - dame b lyrics

i do not dab in this b*tch
only do dabs of the piff
step on the gas when i dip
workin’ that pot like her hips
got a r*t*rded ass wrist
secret compartment for this
fresh out the pot with these hits
[?] lil b*tch

[?] grits
molly water, wanna sip?
got the gas, i got the bic
you tryna suck this d*ck
this ain’t what i told yo b*tch
i really like her lips
tryna splash on her tits
might record the sh*t
(i got ’em)

i’m the type of n*gga that’ll f*ck her while the kids is there
if i had a dolla for every b*tch that i f*ck
i’d probably be a millionaire
you from cleveland
you ain’t f*ck me or none of my n*ggas
that sh*t probably really real
really really really really really really really really really really real
[?] with the whip
like a big b*tt with the grips
she suck the stuff out that d*ck
i love the f*ck out that b*tch
ass on the floor when she switch
grindin’ the pole like a d*ck
give her designer and sh*t
roll us a blunt and get lit

love it when these hoes be toppin’ me
she nasty she do it so sloppily
choke on this d*ck, got her slobberin’
splashrob committin’ a robbery
none of these b*tches my property
still roll the dice like monopoly
not givin’ out no apologies
that is not part of my policy

she do this sh*t with her jaw
she treat my d*ck like a straw
wonder woman with it all
she in her panties and bra
she say the baby is mines
i heard that sh*t too many times
b*tch, why the f*ck is you lying
okay, i did hit it raw that one time, d*mn!
holla at em [?]
we cop the jewel with [?]
we run the club so we flex
we took yo b*tch with a text
run up [?]
naughty by nature, i’m trench
n*ggas is buggin’, they pests
she come to gutt’ for the s*x

n*ggas be lyin’, b*tchin’ and whinin’
me, i be stackin’ and shinin’
workin’ these hoes 9 to 5 and
f*ck it, i’ma be honest
you be on that same sh*t
(out here cuffin’ hoes)
we done f*cked the same b*tch
([?])

aye, somebody smashin’ my b*tch
i think that it’s splash [?]
i can’t put my hand on the sh*t
man, i’m bout to slap me a b*tch
she came in, she smellin’ like d*ck
aye, b*tch who the f*ck was you with
i can’t put my trust in the b*tch
now make me some eggs and some grits, b*tch
i got a trick for you, b*tch
i like a veteran b*tch
she got a house and a whip
33 [?]
gutta do dabs off the cl*t
i put my face in the sh*t
break a lot, breaking a brick
she do miraculous sh*t

d*gg*n’ that b*tch from the back
foot on her head like that
might even pull out a track
holla at ’em on the track
d*gg*n’ these hoes
like that snapchat filter
i reconstruct walls
call me bob the builder

i like a lil skinny lil b*tch
a sippin’ on henny lil b*tch
sometime on the remy lil b*tch
she buyin’, she gimme a b*tch
she call and she send me a b*tch
she doin some thangs on the d*ck
got it jumpin’ like jimmy the crick’
man i swear she a fool with the sh*t, got d*mn!

- dame b lyrics

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