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balacananas - damedot lyrics

[intro]
yeah, i’m just gon’ say
’cause these some nice*ass tennis shoes
what the, what the f*ck is them, man?
hold up, what’s their name?
oh, i know, these are balacananas

[chorus]
huh, backwood stuffed with a new opp (with a new opp)
she ain’t like her body, sent her to miami to the tube shop (mwah)
i’ll show up with all shooters like a hoop squad
if you wanna take it there, we can take it there
better cut the rules off, we ain’t playin’ fair (h*ll nah)
new balacananas, i’ll takе a pair
walk ’em in, pew*pew, lеave ’em layin’ there (layin’ there)

[verse 1]
i’m cleaner than a b*tch, but i’m ridin’ dirty (yoom)
ain’t got time for no hate, so i’m ridin’ thirty (bah)
f*cked her at nine, made her leave around nine*thirty (you gotta go)
my bro can shoot too, he like seth curry (swish)
pour champagne on the top of a b*tch wig
all i do is ride big wheels like a big kid (i’m a big kid)
mixin’ dog and some fentanyl, get it mixed in
my b*tch block n*ggas’ shots worse than big ben (get that sh*t outta here)
lam’ truck s*x is the best off a percocet
i just got some neck, nutted quick, i’ma need a sec
the way my team keep going out of bounds, we gon’ need a ref
n*ggas say they out the way, don’t talk me to death (don’t talk me to death)
the b*tch that you love, she love me to death (hahaha)
i put the press on you, they say it’s death on you (it’s death on you)
you ain’t verified when i put a blue check on you
you only verified when the medic check on you
i’ll have a set*up b*tch put the neck on you
h*llcat (yoom), h*llcat (skrrt), rolex, maybach
wait what? that go with the patek (that go with the patek)
4matic, 300 black, this sh*t automatic
jump out the whip lookin’ like a whole check and some more sh*t
i only f*cked her once, she still your b*tch (you can have her)
i don’t mean change when i say i came four*nick (blaow)
really get it started, b*tch, i got no sense (b*tch)
i’ll pay your ho rent (ho rent)
[chorus]
huh, backwood stuffed with a new opp (with a new opp)
she ain’t like her body, sent her to miami to the tube shop (lift her sh*t up)
i’ll show up with all shooters like a hoop squad (woo)
if you wanna take it there, we can take it there
better cut the rules off, we ain’t playin’ fair (we ain’t playin’ fair)
new balacananas, i’ll take a pair (balacananas)
if i break up with my b*tch, i’ma take her hair

[verse 2]
love limited (love limited), pool infinity
i’ma keep it real, all my exes don’t mean sh*t to me (swear to god)
this cuban on my neck cost a sixty*piece (cost a sixty*piece)
huh, she sucked me up, she thought i was doin’ edd
if the head right, damedot be there every night
if the smoke on, n*gga, we gon’ spin every night
f*ck a money counter, n*gga, i’ma count up every thousand
hit miami for a week, i spend every dollar (i spend every dollar)
i can tell how she throw that ass, she tryna pay the bills (ayy, ayy, ayy)
walkin’ ’round the club barefoot, baby, where your heels? (where your heels at?)
we don’t even count them hoes no more, we gotta weigh the pills (weight them b*tches up)
you say you don’t, but you love me, b*tch, you fake as h*ll (you lyin’)
i gotta come dub, i keep takin’ l’s
my shirt came from virgil, jeans came from purple
this cup full of purple, move and i’ma hurt you (don’t move)
i’ma keep it one hundun (one hundun)
rgs got the smoke, now who want some? (now who want some?)
up the rup*a*bum*bum, make ’em run, run (rup*a*bum*bum)
she a smart b*tch, but she got a dumb one (got a fatty)
sam bernstein, my money come lump sum (woo)
get a n*gga hit with the stick (with the stick)
this ain’t apple, when your sh*t get cracked, you can’t get it fixed (h*ll nah)
don’t try my b*tch, she got the bl!ck
she’ll send you to the gulag, now you heaven*sent (bah, bah)
ride my d*ck while i talk sh*t, i’ma buy you somethin’ (mwah)
n*gga say he gon’ do somethin’ to me, must be high or somethin’ (must be blowed)
dog say he slid, must’ve just rode by or somethin’ (yoom)
’cause no cap, i ain’t even heard a shot or nothin’ (ain’t heard sh*t)
[outro]
balacananas
man, sound that sh*t out, yo
balacananas
oh, no, balacalalagias
balacalagia
these must be foreign shoes (yeah, this them foreign b*tches there, yo)
yeah, this them—
yeah, they from foreign, they, they foreign shoes
what them b*tches is, black?
this some lakias, some sh*t like that
you worse than me
you worse than that n*gga, man
it’s lia, it’s lia, whatever the f*ck, i can’t pr*nounce that (man, those n*ggas)

- damedot lyrics

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