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stand over him (remix) - damedot lyrics

[intro: microwave man]
(rell on the track)
microwave
dame
i ain’t playin’ with no n*gga

[verse 1: microwave man]
i just touched down off a fresh seven (fresh seven)
h*ll yeah, i been gellin’ (gellin’), i’m a super duper felon (felon), and i’m dyin’ with my weapon (weapon)
these n*ggas be tellin’, but they actin’ like they not (they actin’ like they not)
i’m famous in my city, known for gettin’ n*ggas dropped (gettin’ n*ggas dropped)
how the f*ck is you the opp when you a motherf*ckin’ cop? (motherf*ckin’ cop)
you can get yours off the bottom, i need mine off the top (off the top)
you want me on a song, then you gotta pay a fee (pay the fee)
you want some sh*t for free, why you bein’ weird to me? (why you bein’ weird to me?)
half a ticket worth of cribs, ‘nother half worth of pills (worth of pills)
ten cds and i never signed a deal (never)
some n*ggas call me solid and some n*ggas call me real (real)
you ain’t gotta call me, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no m’s
f*ck screamin’ r.i.p., put a n*gga on a tee (yeah)
dig that n*gga up, then hang him from a tree (yeah)
keep ’em out your business if you keep it off the ‘net (off the ‘net)
get a pass ’bout a b*tch, but you dyin’ ’bout respect (’bout respect)
switch on the glock got that motherf*cker stutterin’ (stutterin’)
when i’m finna drop? got motherf*ckers wonderin’ (wonderin’)
we’ll up the price, get him gone by the night (by the night)
i’ll change my life, yeah, in another life
ridin’ with a .308, ’bout to take it to a fight (to a fight)
catch you on the turf, i’ma put it in your life (in your life)
beef ain’t sh*t, that’s what i got this cash for (cash for)
specialize in havin’ n*ggas crawlin’ under dashboards (dashboards)
tryin’ to escape them 7.62s (ooh)
if you break the rules, i’ma put you on the news (news)
million dollars cash, seen that off the blues
[verse 2: damedot]
look, 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
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
best believe i get my ice from hutchy, this ain’t golden sun
nine pew*pew*pew, let him fall, then go stand over him
my lil’ yeah don’t know what no mean
i’m sleep from codeine
chi chi got the xans, i want half, not no whole thing
’cause that sh*t have me trippin’
my bankroll crippin’
i f*cked her from the back, now she crippled
one hand on neck, one hand on frontal
my, my, my, 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
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?
the work vanish like a magic trick
f*ck, sh*t, godd*mn, she thick
she all that and a bag of chips, my buffs look like a bag of grits
purple on my jeans and in my cup, i feel like actavis
i be sippin’ lean and shootin’ trips, i’m not an activist
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, i hit her, never called her back
i can’t get attached, this hoodie i got on a rack

- damedot lyrics

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