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mafia world - damedot lyrics

[intro]
are you in the mafia?

[verse 1]
look, i’m riding through the seven in the 6
five bands on a n—-, all slips
four hoes on my line tryna get hit (mwah)
bro said he got some new dips (let’s get it)
i think the set got some new drip
old -ss chop, new clips (bleh)
new ar, new b-tch (new hoes)
old hoe callin, she bouta get spent
[?] said they got some new kicks
actin bad ‘cuz i got a new bl!ck
new chain, new watch, new sticks (white sticks)
we don’t do no wires, not even for my b-tch
i’m a stand-up n—-, i don’t sit when i p-ss
that’s 700 horsepower when a n—- dip (vroom)
find out dog is talking wack, cut his lips
b-tch gotta bring me the money, i’m a pimp
give me the upmost n—-, i’ma lawyer
my word is law, n—- don’t ever reenact what you saw
b-tch got twelve-hundred — in her bra
imma go to jail if i leave this sh-t raw, if i done smack the sh-t with a tool he gon’ fall
imma make it back with this cheese, we gon’ ball
and i got some new sh-t imma mix with the dog

[hook]
dawg, i don’t trust these hoes one bit (one bit)
i don’t owe these n—-s one cent (not a penny)
i just want the head, that’s it (that’s all)
this not no rap cap sh-t (nope)

[chorus]
i need me a rich -ss freak (hey)
good l’s wanna drive to the t (come on)
not scared, she gon’ ride to the v
she don’t f-ck with n—-s just like me (like me)
gets nine then i’m riding up the eight
with this freak lil b-tch from the way (mwah)
got a play shirt on but you know i don’t play (nah) , send him to his maker asap, broad day

[verse 2]
said imma wet you from a corner like clay
[?] pullin’ from the top, we in the bay
i facetime my bad lil b-tch, she a bae
i got a blue check on me, not voa
bag bi-costal, b-tch if you really love a n—-, what’s your social?
rgs the mafia, we really not social
i’ll take you little n—-s out the game like i’m coachin’, n—-

[hook]
i don’t trust these hoes, not a little (not a little)
i don’t even trust a b-tch in a rental (not even her)
this wood got lead like a pencil, these n—-s sick they belong in a ‘spital

[chorus/outro]
i need me a rich -ss freak (rich -ss freak)
mouth wet and the b-tch p-ssy deep (ayy)
got my westside b-tches on the east (you know me)
n—-s know i’m the king of the d (whoo)

- damedot lyrics

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