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stand over him - damedot lyrics

[intro]
(rell on the track)
n*gga, stop playin’, n*gga, pull up with my sh*t
look

[verse]
i just poured up some trish, you just poured up some hit (haha)
my young n*gga servin’ hit, in the mall, she threw a fit (crybaby)
i spent six bands on this ‘fit, it don’t even say dior nowhere
pull a long chopstick out a bookbag, yeah, the folding one (brrt)
best believe i get my ice from hutchy, this ain’t golden sun (ice)
nine pew*pew*pew, let him fall, then go stand over him (stand over that n*gga)
my lil’ yeah don’t know what no mean
i’m sleep from codeine (snorin’)
chi chi got the xans, i want half, not no whole thing (let’s get it)
‘causе that sh*t have me trippin’ (trippin’)
my bankroll crippin’ (blue)
i f*ckеd her from the back, now she crippled
one hand on neck (on neck), one hand on frontal (let’s go)
my, my, my, she on her way to the ‘spital (she on her way to the ‘spital)
i’m the lifeline, the source, boy, i’m nowhere in the middle
been a boss since i was little, stayed one hundred from the start
got reflectors on my diors, make ’em light up in the dark
i wear bape, i’m a shark, known for breakin’ b*tches’ hearts
my lil’ bro don’t know where the slabs, but i can get him one
that fetty with a little on it, i know where to get it from
she say she ain’t never had a threesome, wanna get in one
appreciate this rolls, ’cause you’ll never ever sit in one
again in your life, i extend all my pipes (brrt)
i put ten on his life, they gon’ spin all tonight
brought unlimited bands just to spend all tonight
how many bags of dior can i bring on this flight? (dior)
the work vanish like a magic trick
f*ck, sh*t, godd*mn, she thick (mwah)
she all that and a bag of chips, my buffs look like a bag of grits (white)
purple on my jeans and in my cup, i feel like actavis (i feel like drank)
i be sippin’ lean and shootin’ trips, i’m not an activist (h*ll nah)
hit this n*gga with this .308, he do a backwards flip
you run up on me in the wrong bag, you get your candle lit
rell on the track (track), i hit her, never call her back
i can’t get attached (nope), this hoodie i got on a rack

- damedot lyrics

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