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don't do that - damedot lyrics

[intro: damedot]
if you got a bad b*tch (ooh, rell), you gon’ have to spend a couple on her
put water on her, fly her out with louis luggage on her
your mans on his sh*t, put her cousin on him (put her cousin on him)
my lil’ n*gga need it in the o, rell plug him for me
my n*gga cornbread in heaven now, if you see my pops, hug him for me
you know what they say, boy, no guts, no glory
the ak hit like a shark, take a chunk out doggy (drrt)
and after that, we throw a party, i don’t know who shot him

[verse 1: damedot]
b*tch, you in my business? hmm, don’t do that (don’t do that)
i brought my bougie ho outside ’cause i don’t do rats (mwah)
2021, f*ck a b*tch, give me blue racks (f*ck these hoes)
i had n*ggas in your funeral like, “who that?” (who the f*ck is that?)
n*gga, you ain’t yeah, you just dirty and you got a gun (you a bum)
i can’t let these n*ggas play me, i’m my mama’s son
god shouldn’t’ve even gave me legs, i don’t gotta run
in the club passin’ out racks like i’m donald trump
took her to the galleria, asked her what she wanna wear (what you want?)
i’m done f*ckin’ with these hoes that just want some hair
hit a b*tch once, maybe twice, that’s just how i play it (that’s just how i play it)
and that’s against my religion if she think she stayin’
i see n*ggas smokin’ out the ‘bow, we smoke out the acre
i don’t babysit, you n*ggas b*tches, tell ’em, “see you later” (gotta go)
i just got a text from an angel, she said, “see you later” (mwah)
but i’ll send you to them angels if you owe me paper
[chorus: damedot]
b*tch, you in my business, huh? don’t do that (don’t do that)
you would never see your b*tch again, i give her two racks (two of ’em)
at the soup kitchen, but i ain’t askin’ where the soup at (naw)
i’m just tryna ball with my b*tch, where the hoop at? (where the hoop at?)
i just spinned a b*tch so cold like why i do that? (why you do that?)
i was off way too much wock’, i was too smacked (i couldn’t)
2021, f*ck n*ggas, i need blue racks (f*ck n*ggas)
amiri to the floor with a roll, she like, “who that?” (who that?)

[verse 2: damedot]
b*tch, i had pulled up badder than a two*year*old (than a two*year*old)
if you ain’t talkin’ money to her, she say move along
bro just put a box under that chop, i don’t know what he on (drrt)
it’s like a thousand*some shots off in that honeycomb
i just sent her to the bodyshop, they put her bumper on
you can’t get a thousand out that n*gga that you f*ckin’ on (’cause he broke)
if they ain’t cost at least a thousand, i can’t put ’em on
and my watch at least a rollie, that’s what time i’m on, huh (that’s what time i’m on)
i can’t f*ck with lames, that sh*t make me itch
my b*tch friends hatin’ on her, that sh*t make me sick
take off an eight*hundred*dollar belt when i go take a p*ss
my b*tch a ten, when she walk in, it ain’t no hit or miss
i let her fine best friend go with us when i get her sh*t (come on)
different sh*t, got the ar fully with two different clips (drrt)
i got on dior, so i guess i’m on my christian sh*t (amen)
but later on, i’m with a demon on my sinnin’ sh*t
[chorus: damedot]
b*tch, you in my business? hmm, don’t do that (don’t do that)
hit you and your friends when i call, gettin’ the crew whacked (hey, hey, hey)
you spend five hundred on a zip, i bought two hats
i got it all on me right now, n*gga, who cap?
i can’t hit the scene without ’em askin’ where the roof at
n*gga said he been lookin’ for me, where the roof at? (where that dog?)
if all my new hoes the ones, where the two at? (mwah)
i’ma keep thumbin’ through these racks, but you knew that

[verse 3: jbpayme]
b*tch, i’m sippin’ wock’
lean fiend, cup hypnotizin’
why n*ggas call me brother hatin’, criticizin’?
2021, ain’t got no opps ’cause them n*ggas hidin’
in my rap bag, a rapper try me, then i’m back slidin’
i be in the trenches with them demons who ain’t law*abiding
write it on my shirt and my hoodie, don’t want no chrome heart (i don’t want it)
a b*tch can’t get sh*t but some d*ck, i grew a chrome heart
homewrecker, f*ckin’ n*ggas’ hoes, tearin’ homes apart
in the trackhawk, but b*tch, where my keys? oh, it’s push*to*start (where the keys at?)
you put a scat’ on your wrist, but godd*mn, you pulled up in a dart
we used to search for the opps in broad day, can’t find them in the dark
vvs diamonds on my wrist, can see me in the dark
b*tch, i’m high as h*ll, i mix the xan’ with the codeine (the codeine)
remember ten years ago, young as h*ll, servin’ unc’ fiends
now we do the fraud, f*ckin’ with the dog, throwin’ up b’s (throwin’ up, throwin’ up b’s)
[outro: damedot]
if you got a bad b*tch (ooh, rell), you gon’ have to spend a couple on her
put water on her, fly her out with louis luggage on her
your mans on his sh*t, put her cousin on him (put her cousin on him)
my lil’ n*gga need it in the o, rell plug him for me
my n*gga cornbread in heaven now, if you see my pops, hug him for me
you know what they say, boy, no guts, no glory
the ak hit like a shark, take a chunk out doggy (drrt)
and after that, we throw a party, i don’t know who shot him

- damedot lyrics

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