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unforgivable - damedot lyrics

[verse 1]
look, vlone on a n*gga back like the city
one time for the honor, let me in with the bl!cky (blaow)
n*ggas ain’t put in on it, but they wanna sit with me
if you not a real b*tch, you cannot sit with me (mwah)
how could i ever trust a b*tch that was silly? (how?)
my ex got me right in my bag like i’m ricky (d*mn)
my teammates switched teams, i’m still playin’ for the pistons
you can tell this weed came from cali ’cause it’s hittin’
n*ggas left damedot for dead, i remember, i remember
wearin’ two hoodies in the winter (i remember that sh*t)
i can’t let no n*gga tell me garbage is for dinner (h*ll nah)
i can’t let no pretty b*tch tell me she ain’t sendin’
i can have whatever, you can’t tell me nothin’ different
n*ggas slippin’, gettin’ too wrapped up in these b*tches
i’ll spin a b*tch in a circle ’til she dizzy
n*ggas still [?][1:03] i can’t tell n*ggas gettin’ it
[chorus]
white cost me one*fifty, this is not no d*mn trizzy
range*extender shooters with me, they can snipe you with the glizzy
your top shotta, he a sissy, my b*tch pretty, p*ssy wicked
she talk brazy when i hit it, i nut all on her back in the kitchen (ayy, ayy, ayy)
you wear the same clothes like the simpsons (hahaha)
plain jane yacht*master ii, but it glisten (ice, ice)
n*gga, listen, these hoes, they just wanna know your business
forget it, they said to forgive but i didn’t

[verse 2]
she lookin’ for the turn up (turn up), he lookin’ for a come*up (ayy)
smokin’ on a whole body bag of zaza when i roll up
hope you got on swim trunks in the field, ’cause you just might get wet out here (whew)
eighty*some racks on my arm when i step out here
shoutout to detroit, i’m the king out there
my hoes never, ever, ever [?][1:43]
i got the rich feet, i don’t do a cheaper pair (naw)
if you need some— in your city, i’ll meet you there (mwah, mwah)
off*white on a n*gga shoulders like the city (like the city)
one time for these hoes, got a n*gga heart empty
these b*tches gon’ f*ck whoever got it, i ain’t trippin’ (on god)
you already at the finish line, n*ggas finished (n*ggas finished)
damedot gon’ do what he want, do you hear me? (no cap)
it’s crazy what these groupie hoes’ll do for a mention
my b*tch can’t get no d*ck, got that p*ssy on suspension
her best bet for now is go f*ck them other n*ggas
how could you try to play a boss? you b*tches different (how?)
trippin’, gettin’ too racked up, pay attention
i’ll spin a b*tch in a circle in a minute (spin her right around)
see a b*tch call and later tell her i ain’t get it (brrt, brrt, brrt)
why? i can’t ever see myself [?][2:25] (mwah)
why is all these hoes entertainers like they cedric?
why did versace make this robe out of velvet?
im a p, tell a b*tch don’t sit on [?][2:33]
[chorus]
white cost me one*fifty, this is not no d*mn trizzy
range*extender shooters with me, they can snipe you with the glizzy
your top shotta, he a sissy, my b*tch pretty, p*ssy wicked
she talk brazy when i hit it, i nut all on her back in the kitchen
you wear the same clothes like the simpsons
plain jane yacht*master ii, but it glisten
n*gga, listen, these hoes, they just wanna know your business
forget it, they said to forgive but i didn’t

- damedot lyrics

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