a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

in the mob - damedot lyrics

[intro: damedot]
look

[verse 1: damedot]
i’m drunk as h*ll, it’s two somethin’, this ice cost like two somethin’
b*tch, peezy hit my line late as h*ll, he got two runners
she turnt it to a challenge, tryna suck me like a cucumber
i heard you got the wocky jawns and i need a few of ’em
goonie called me with some orange heads, i need a few hundred
i ran off on a n*gga out the way, got a new number
b*tch, i’m in the mob, you can call me joe pesci
straight talk gettin’ hectic, gettin’ neck while i’m textin’
i’ll pull off, let off a hundred, send a message
if i spin a n*gga street, i’ma hit him with the extras
b*tch, it’s damedot the bank teller, ball like i’m mayweather
i chose the straight drop over your b*tch ’cause it taste better
meech vs’d the rose gold ‘dweller and i iced my buffies
i can’t give a b*tch the whole d*ck ’cause she gon’ say she love me
cute b*tches come dime a dozen, swear to god they love me
i can leave the house with no jewelry, still look like i’m flooded
[chorus: damedot]
f*ck her brains out, now i’m actin’ funny
i can’t even think about a b*tch ’cause i’m thinkin’ money
it ain’t least a thirty, n*gga, why you up it?
hit girly, hit her bff, got them b*tches puzzled
we lied to the world, now we kissin’ cousins
she heard my cologne cost a roll, so she wanna hug me
my b*tch got on vlone, but when it come to some friends, it’s f*ck ’em
to you n*ggas, it could mean the world, but to me, it’s nothin’

[verse 2: peezy]
it all started in the bas*m*nt
skip a couple years, now we got money by the cases
turned a corner, they ain’t see me, got ’em askin’, “where the wraith went?”
closed casket at the funeral, got ’em askin’ where his face went
b*tch, i’m in the mob, you need a membership to get in
bought the ‘vette, but couldn’t drive it, had to lose some weight to fit in
gate surround the crib, b*tch, you gotta show your face to get in
man, i ain’t f*ckin’ with you n*ggas, that’s the type of sp*ce i been in
i can leave the crib without no jewelry, still got on a hundred
state to state, i’m goin’ on tour, green face presis like i’m goin’ to war
all these dead presidents, i own a morgue
supreme season, new supreme on, sh*t look like velour
sick of n*ggas rappin’ ’bout sh*t they know they can’t afford
junkie said i came a long way, i pulled up in that foreign
[chorus: damedot]
f*ck her brains out, now i’m actin’ funny
i can’t even think about a b*tch ’cause i’m thinkin’ money
it ain’t least a thirty, n*gga, why you up it?
hit girly, hit her bff, got them b*tches puzzled
we lied to the world, now we kissin’ cousins
she heard my cologne cost a roll, so she wanna hug me
my b*tch got on vlone, but when it come to some friends, it’s f*ck ’em
to you n*ggas, it could mean the world, but to me, it’s nothin’

- damedot lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular