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hibachi - damedot lyrics

[intro]
are you in the mafia?

[verse 1]
tuck them chains in (in)
it’s gon’ be a robbery
super*bad b*tch with me on the way to get hibachi
seein’ n*ggas turn into rats like they rob me (rat)
i gave ril a head nod, in the bar, he done dropped ’em
how i profile my boss, john gotti (gotti)
she don’t like percs (oh, yeah)
i hit her with a scotty (this here)
i know where to take ’em, make it sixty*four rosy (okay)
dmg next, i done k!lled ’em for versace
every n*gga got all slips in my party (all slips)
rich n*gga whip, won’t catch me in a [?] (h*ll nah)
i don’t got no change on me, boy, f*ck a wallet
.223s was meant for his mans, but, he caught ’em
[chorus]
new ‘cat with the paper tags, b*tch, you know i’m rich
extra impact, blew a bag, got some brand new blocks
spoil a b*tch, want a bag, ’cause she know i’m rich
you shouldn’t let me pop off first (don’t do it)
’cause b*tch, i ain’t gon’ miss (i ain’t gon’ miss)

[verse 2]
i’ma say less (less)
you know i’m hardbody (grr)
i got a lil’ freak b*tch, she nice, and she naughty
you reach for this chain in the club, we stop the party
in the bar, masked up with the gang and the choppy
i’m back talkin’ choppy, bro done hit me with the wocky
f*cked their b*tch at the party
i won’t tell no b*tch i’m sorry (uh*huh)
[?] in my car
these yutes can find me in the mall
all my racks blue like the fountain
say he on my ass, i doubt him
you broke, boy, that’s childish
get the paper, that’s major
f*ck them stinkin’ hoes, hit ’em later, that later (haha)
you never in your feelings ’bout these racks, now, that’s player (that’s p)
a n*gga violate, cross the line, then erase him
my n*gga give my forty for the jeans, he in dated (he know)
and when i’m out in georgia, i got family out in macken
2022, lod, i’m the motherf*ckin’ saviour (amen)
my puppy plug asian (grr)
he meet me at the agents
exotic what i’m blazin’
we got dreads like jamaicans
we savage like we haitians (facts)
we don’t try to be courageous (nah)
i done f*cked her upside down, she keep sayin’ i’m creative (ayy, ayy, ayy)
ccw cats, i ate it
i’m the motherf*ckin’ greatest
[chorus]
new ‘cat with the paper tags, b*tch, you know i’m rich
extra impact, blew a bag, got some brand new blocks
spoil a b*tch, want a bag, ’cause she know i’m rich
you shouldn’t let me pop off first (don’t do it)
’cause b*tch, i ain’t gon’ miss (i ain’t gon’ miss)

[outro]
stop this b*tch (grr, grr, grr)

- damedot lyrics

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