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knock it off - damjonboi lyrics

[verse 1]
in the club fresh as f*ck, got that sh*t on (yes, sir)
pop a bottle, smoke a ‘wood, take your b*tch home
hmm, i was bored, found some n*ggas i could sh*t on (uh*huh)
b*tch say she got some tea about me, get your sip on (f*ck?)
i don’t wanna talk, b*tch, i want my d*ck sucked (yes, yes)
and you better not stop until you get the hiccups (woo)
if it ain’t no money callin’ my phone, i ain’t gon’ pick up
h*ll nah, i wasn’t surprised when i seen some n*ggas switch up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m a one man army, they tryna clique up (they tried)
i could smash ’em all, i ain’t gotta pick one (yes, sir)
but if i had to choose, you know i want the thick one (uh*huh)
is you a gangster or a rapper? gotta pick one
ah, i know my mama mad ’cause all i rap about is drugs (sorry, mama)
i’m sorry, mama, me and rp fell in love (godd*mn)
p*ssy n*ggas tryna catch a punchline, catch a slug
[?] me up in [?], these f*ck n*ggas, it’s a dub
mmm, boy, boy dropped again, now the hood talkin’
christian loubs on my feet, b*tch, i’m blood walkin’
b*tch, i’m really from the dirt, got that mud off me
stick around long enough and get a plug off me

[chorus]
i’m a boss
don’t compare me to no workers, what it cost? (what it cost?)
you could tell these n*ggas perpin’, i get off
use your motherf*ckin’ head, b*tch, ‘fore i knock it off
i get off
mmm, b*tch, i’m a boss
don’t compare me to no workers, what it cost? (what it cost?)
you could tell these n*ggas perpin’, i get off
use your motherf*ckin’ head, b*tch, ‘fore i knock it off
i get off (yeah)
[verse 2]
my lil’ georgia b*tch always askin’ for sh*t (always askin’ for sh*t)
denim tear joggy, i cut grass in this sh*t
n*gga make another diss, we on his ass for that sh*t
i was down on my ass, couldn’t pass up a l!ck (woo)
my nap b*tch always mad as h*ll, but she bad as h*ll
thick brownskin caramel, smell like chanel (mwah)
fans said i need to drop more, let me pop this then
plug gon’ drop anything i point at, so i locked him in
n*ggas been stealin’ sauce, but i can’t even say sh*t (i can’t)
f*ckin’ with my pape’, that ain’t sh*t to play with (k!ll your ass)
n*ggas wish i fell off, knowin’ i’ma stay lit (b*tch)
took one l, bounced back, and i’ma stay rich (b*tch)
we don’t do that lil’ sh*t, this a big*body (skrrt)
i know these n*ggas want me dead, so i keep stick by me (yeah)
where all the hate comin’ from? i hit his b*tch probably (i did)
f*ck a n*gga summer up, he can’t do sh*t ’bout it

- damjonboi lyrics

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