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surfboard - damedot lyrics

[verse]
d*mn, my lil’ b*tch remind me of rudy hustle
and she match my boss, see, we might pull up in a e*lade truck or two
i don’t even cry ’bout spilled milk ’cause this sh*t nothin’
but i’ll cry if i spill this codeine on my brand*new shoes
you can’t get backstage in my shows ‘less you f*ck the crew
this n*gga cappin’, rap ’bout sippin’ syrup, but he drunk a brew
me and bae was gettin’ seated at beni’s, havin’ lunch for two
i don’t even gotta use my hands if i’m touchin’ you
b*tch, i can put them red bottoms all up under you
even if a n*gga f*ck with you, don’t ever get to comfortable

[chorus]
you see these singles in my hand? make her twerk for it
b*tch dance like you really want this pape’ (ayy), gotta work for it (ayy, ayy)
she got that whirlpool 5000, need a surfboard
this 40 got the extra limp like extension cord
you so f*ckin’ pretty, make a n*gga wanna spend on you
take your pretty ass to the mall, spend a ten on you
model x tesla smart as h*ll, windows tinted too
we can f*ck in my set*up shop, where, b*tch? it’s up to you
[verse 2]
are you in the mafia?
am i in the what?
since he talkin’ down on me, we gon’ send him up
n*gga, what’s your b*tch cash app? i’m finna send her somethin’
she say she wanna give me head, i think that that’s a hint or somethin’
suck a n*gga d*ck or somethin’, pay a n*gga rent or somethin’
b*tch asked me where i’ve been all night, i had to think of somethin’
i be in the sticks like i’m campin’ in a tent or somethin’
all this ice on it, i think i done broke my wrist or somethin’
lil’ b*tch from chicago, like to sip [?]
this ar go where i go, i’m out here dodgin’ potholes
tuesday, i might have my lil’ b*tch make some tacos
i don’t even know what time it is ’cause the watch froze

- damedot lyrics

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