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top tier - damedot lyrics

[intro]
(jose the plug)

[chorus: damedot]
the hair, the ice, the clothes, she top tier
she on a plane, a jet, she gone, she not here
she don’t wanna f*ck with cheap*ass n*ggas ’cause she top tier
we don’t do it small, everything we do is top tier
alexander w*ng, she keep sayin’ money ain’t a thing
she stay on a plane from new york to the mia
she be courtside at the games when the lakers play
she like a n*gga ballin’ like he playin’ in the nba
[verse 1: damedot]
hair thirty inches, she got more money than you b*tches
house and she got a benz, she hangin’ with her rich friends
she stay in designer from her head, even on her shoes
always gettin’ ready for a trip, she be on the move
she got different bags for all the days of the week
she a dog, she a freak, birkin bag full of g’s
she keep sayin’ she in real estate, i think she in the heavyweight
f*cked me up, she knew the way by heart on the interstate
worth way more than a body, she gon’ get this pape’
no days off, she gon’ chase a check every day
never worry ’bout what they be sayin’ on the internet
ain’t new to this, she been a threat
got racks and her jewelry wet
can’t believe this b*tch just pulled up on me in a maybach truck
and she had the bl!cky on her side, ain’t even mad at you
i’m one of them n*ggas if you fine, i’ma cash app you
you one of them n*ggas, if she see you, she gon’ laugh at you

[chorus: damedot]
the hair, the ice, the clothes, she top tier
she on a plane, a jet, she gone, she not here
she don’t wanna f*ck with cheap*ass n*ggas ’cause she top tier
we don’t do it small, everything we do is top tier
alexander w*ng, she keep sayin’ money ain’t a thing
she stay on a plane from new york to the mia
she be courtside at the games when the lakers play
she like a n*gga ballin’ like he playin’ in the nba
[verse 2: coach joey]
gucci, louis, givenchy, i’m proud of you
girl called me daddy, i called her baby, i should’ve followed you
broke n*ggas disgust her, in her dms, she won’t respond to you
and yeah, we keep it p, she got a man, but she mines too
lil’ b*tch, she 5’2″, and this lil’ b*tch fine too
she got a thing for ballers, if you up, she gon’ find you
ysl and big birkin bags, she got all that
that p*ssy good, i hit it one time and had to fall back
rose gold bustdown, cuban link the real one
wrist bust 41, yeah, she did the thick one
she don’t get in all that chitty*chat with these broke bums
in the club tryna grab her hand, she like, “uh*uh”
she asked me if pavé did my chain, oh, you know somethin’
i know you got pape’, you gettin’ taxed goin’ to golden sun
if she ain’t got mink brazilian, then she ain’t mine
how you rich and don’t know kendra? man, this b*tch lyin’

- damedot lyrics

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