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bbl - damedot lyrics

[intro]
rj always trippin’, man
rj always trippin’, man

[chorus]
touchdown, lil’ n*gga, touchdown (touchdown)
used to want respect, n*gga, it’s a must now (it’s a must)
n*gga rub me the wrong way, he gettin’ gunned down (blaow)
good silence on it, you don’t hear no gun sound
all this water on me got me ’bout to drown (huh, huh)
brazilian b*tt lift, she lookin’ thicker now (mwah)
they done took her titties up, now they ain’t saggin’ down (mwah)
when i walk inside the bar, they don’t even pat me down
[verse]
this b*tch thick as h*ll, but she can’t take no d*ck
you say the dog fire but it can’t take a hit
too much codeine in my bladder, gotta p*ss (too much drank)
my freak b*tch boo’d up, i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m kinda sick (i’m sick)
i’m starin’ in this blender, i can see a bool million
i’m all about my turkey, lil’ b*tch, i’m a pilgrim (beep)
sometimes i be so high, i just be talkin’ to the ceilin’
prayin’, thinkin’ ’bout my sins, askin’ god for forgiveness (woo)
live by the gun, die by that b*tch (die by that b*tch)
on my line talkin’ loose, ’bout to die by the b*tch (by the b*tch)
been betrayed back*to*back, boy, ain’t that ’bout a b*tch? (ain’t that some sh*t?)
two percs from the back, f*cked the tats off a b*tch (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i need me two b*tches with the real sh*ts (mwah, mwah)
yeezys cost me four cents, these the real sh*ts (stockx)
ja sold me a four of red, this the real sh*t (hi*tech)
i can’t love a b*tch at all unless she a real b*tch
tied in, lil’ n*gga, i’m tied in (i’m tied in)
this bookie ain’t from around here, it got flied in (whew)
foreign b*tch look like she belong in thailand
a hundred hundred*dollar bills, that’s a light ten
spend a thousand on some triple s’s, down to nine bands (balenciagas)
im at the islands, porsche cayenne (vroom)
if i take another sip then i’m dyin’ (i’ma die)
get a n*gga head brushed, that’s a diane
glock 23 with look light (look light)
on the bottom, had to ask blood what it look like (what it do?)
what’s the problem? i don’t know, doggy, i don’t feel right (nah)
bring the yapper, i’ll put cheese on the beef (yeah)
pizzapapalis, who want the smoke? if you want it, inhale it (inhale it)
her head sk!lls so deadly (d*mn), goose coat, no pelle (nah)
i asked the b*tch, she ready? she keep askin’ where i’m at (where you at?)
shoot my s*m*n on her back, tell your boyfriend shut up (ayy, f*ck up)
chain dancin’ all in my videos, my sh*t remind me of puff (take that, take that)
play your cards right and you win, baby, this sh*t remind me of tongue (sh*t remind me of tongue)
lil’ b*tch p*ssy so d*mn garbage, this sh*t remind me of junk (garbage)
i can get you whacked and don’t say sh*t, this sh*t remind me of monks (shh)
n*gga
[chorus]
touchdown, lil’ n*gga, touchdown
used to want respect, n*gga, it’s a must now (it’s a must)
n*gga rub me the wrong way, he gettin’ gunned down
good silence on it, you don’t hear no gun sound (woo)
all this water on me got me ’bout to drown (’bout to drown)
brazilian b*tt lift, she lookin’ thicker now (thicker now)
they done took her titties up, now they ain’t saggin’ down
when i walk inside the bar, they don’t pat me down (whew)

- damedot lyrics

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