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king of the city - damedot lyrics

[intro]
shoutout one time to the real ones
shoutout to my diamonds, these the real ones
shoutout to my shooter he a k!ll some
you disrespect the mafia we peel some
me and cle walking all through lenox mall
i went to take a p-ss, had on versace draws
vvs’s shinin’ like some armor all
imma show you broke n—-s how to ball
you knew the whole time i was a real one
i poured a whole eight and i ain’t spill none
put it in the cream it look like red rum
i’m about my turkey like a pilgrim

[verse 1]
out the way trynna get these pills gone (get these pills gone)
n—-s on the gram with a wig on (ay)
bro bro on the road gettin’ his scripts gone
look, told that lil b-tch to let my d-ck go (let my d-ck go) (ay)
nah b-tch i ain’t got no timbs on, (ay)
these them balanciaga gyms, hoe
look, foreign on my body shout-out saks
b-tch, get your broke -ss in the back

[verse 2]
b-tch, i’m quick to pop a perc and take a b-tch to heaven
quick to up a pair of dice and throw a couple sevens
me and you against the world, i’m talking to myself
i’m swimmin’ in a bunch of bad b-tches like i’m michael phelps (uhhh)
i’m quick to buy a split and make that f-cker jump
quick to give a b-tch the boot after a couple pumps
i’m tryna drop this dry bentley [?]
n—-s sneak dissin’ on my name and we gon’ leave ’em slump

[verse 3]
if the b-tch super rich she can make me bust
hit a b-tch without the bed, i can’t make this up
hit a b-tch on the couch, it don’t take me much
don’t need a b-tch to hold me down, baby take me up

[verse 4]
i spent a roll on these christian loubs
that’s a pair of balmains for some glitter shoes
if a n—- make me mad he gon’ make the news
oh that’s your ace boon coon? she can get it, too
all these places you’ll be saying i done been there, too
no i don’t get my ice from mike, f-ck i look like, a fool?
the [?] size of my chain, imma ice it, too
and if you end up on my list imma ice you, too

[verse 5]
i spent six bands for this rose ro’, my new pendant cost 12k
hit the ring, make it rain, we call that sh-t a giveaway

[verse 6]
anyway, these n—-s hoes, these b-tches broke, (huh)
i keep that pole, you n—-s know (aye)
i just had a nightmare last night, (huh)
i had a dream that [?] i’m making pints

[verse 7]
rich, rich, rich, my n—-s trynna get rich
we ain’t smokin’ no og’s, it’s cookie oz’s in this b-tch
your b-tch won’t leave from this b-tch, spend less than a week then i dip
rgs we in this b-tch, pour a whole p in this b-tch, blow a whole p in this b-tch

[verse 8]
aye, any given day go spend some bucks
hit her from the back, di-diggin’ in her guts
i move so much weight, they say i’m bodybuilding
on mack with chi chi got some percs from the building
runnin’ from the blues, f-ckin’ up the road
chain cost a dub, gary gettin’ all my bros

[verse 9]
h-llcats when i pull up, it’s real [?]
i dropped twice this year and i’m still in my bag (what?)
new gg, she feelin’ her bag, my finkle n—- just gave me twenty lines for a stack

[verse 10}
my dog don’t be never taxin’ me, plug harr-ssin’ me
you acting like you bout to throw a stick, it be some cash [?]
i got the sauce, i p-ssed the sh-t to cle, he p-ssed it back to me
pint-for-pint with sweeze, let’s both win, why would we compete?
rgs, real street n—-s live a trapper life, lookin’ like the jeweler just slapped me with a bag of ice
molly for the hoes, hoes they showed up with a bag of ice
imma be a legend anyway and i ain’t dyin’ tonight

[verse 11]
b-tch, f-ck with me you know it’s heavy
give me head, look at my eyes, let me know you love me
get the head in my phone boy you know she let me, when she got my chain on, b-tch you know you s-xy
i ain’t slippin, me and dreke in the fast-lane, sippin’ on the whole thing, she doin’ cocaine
one hand on the chop, one hand on her crotch
brody got me playin’ with them blocks, now it’s heavy knots, n—-

[verse 12]
from the red zone, you can’t come on the block
told meech, “make the ice sit dumb in the watch.”
eighties in the joint trippin’, going dumb in the box, play a roll we gon’ put you dum-dums in the box. (aye)
n—-s f-ckin up the puppy, got it barkin’ light, you know me, i keep quiet – not the talkin’ type
i’m on the west side with sweeze, he just bought a sprite
if you ain’t bout that threesome life then you all a hype (aye)

{outro]
my momma always gotta check on me, (aye)
i think she know i keep a check on me
you n—-s want me, then come get me, (aye)
damedot, king of the city

- damedot lyrics

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