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sinning - damedot lyrics

[intro]
i got christian on, she got christian on, but we sinnin’
i got two styrofoams, but you can’t tell what’s in ’em
can’t no opps call my phone ’cause they know i stand on business
me and broke hoes don’t get along, kick her with the quickness
ima get a billion out this sh*t then split it with my n*ggas
all my n*ggas— all my n*ggas— all my n*ggas— all my n*ggas—
(rj lamont)
this what we doin’?
(rell on the track)
dame, where the tape at?
[chorus]
pink fifties, blue hundreds, i’m f*ckin’ up all this money
maybach, benz, i’m stuntin’, my wrist lookin’ like a hundred
my b*tch lookin’ like a barbie, my n*gga lookin’ like a hunter
that chop sound like some thunder, i come through, drop a hundred
my b*tch hair is thirty inches, my nеw glock got thirty in it
boy, we dizzy ’cause we spinnin’, i got fn, bro got fn, guеss we twinnin’
i got christian on, she got christian on, but we sinnin’
i got two styrofoams, but you can’t tell what’s in ’em

[verse 1]
can’t no opps call my phone ’cause they know i stand on business
me and broke hoes don’t get along, kick her with the quickness
i’ma get a billion out this sh*t then split it with my n*ggas
i’ma go and buy a hundred grams, make a quarter chicken
you keep postin’ throwback thursday pictures, boy, that’s past*tense
stood off with that n*gga so i could see him take his last breath
you can get a bag if i can pull you up on mapquest
brand*new foreign for the four, gucci t*shirts, gucci drawers
you n*ggas still wearin’ [?][1:16] from the mall
if i don’t do sh*t in this life, i’ma ball
boy, this some tris, i don’t sip incredible hulk
i barely wanna mix it, i be tryna sip it raw
i f*cked her with a condom, she be tryna slip it off
you say you want some smoke, f*ck it, i’ma kick it off
at work, before you was gettin’ off, i was gettin’ off
don’t come to me with worker business, n*gga, i’m a boss
the one i’m cut from, they don’t even make that cloth
you can get f*cked up in the field like lacrosse
in these streets, gotta look both ways ‘fore you cross
and, even though you wear a cross, you’ll still get crossed
walked off on my ex*b*tch, i know she still p*ssed off
i put a bag on you, get the tag ripped off
[chorus]
pink fifties, blue hundreds, i’m f*ckin’ up all this money
maybach, benz, i’m stuntin’, my wrist lookin’ like a hundred
my b*tch lookin’ like a barbie, my n*gga lookin’ like a hunter
that chop sound like some thunder, i come through, drop a hundred
my b*tch hair is thirty inches, my new glock got thirty in it
boy, we dizzy ’cause we spinnin’, i got fn, bro got fn, guess we twinnin’
i got christian on, she got christian on, but we sinnin’
i got two styrofoams, but you can’t tell what’s in ’em

[verse 2]
me and broke hoes don’t get along, kick her with the quickness
me and y’all n*ggas ain’t the same, n*gga, it’s a difference
don’t worry ’bout who i’m f*ckin’, b*tch, mind your business
ridin’ ’round in a chicken coop, but i ain’t got no chickens
she can’t say she one of my hoes, she don’t got no edges
make bro go up top on you and get him a presi’
my b*tch a gift from god, that’s my greatest present

[outro]
you wanna know what the problem is right now?
y’all n*ggas scared to be y’all self
copy*and*paste*ass rappers

- damedot lyrics

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