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more money more problems - damjonboi lyrics

[intro]
(damjonboi)
where my strap at?

[verse]
run the racks through the sun, that’s some everyday sh*t
n*gga say he on the road, he ain’t even make sh*t
everything off the top, n*gga, this some gray sh*t
take his strap and beat his ass, n*gga, this some ape sh*t
i’m in miami smokin’ backwoods with the haitians
back to detroit followin’ truth for the dayshift
should’ve kept your mouth closed, i wouldn’t even say sh*t
eights on the caddy truck, set up like a sp*ceship
i’m tryna tell my young n*ggas get your money, f*ck a b*tch
if you catch me out dolo, better know i got stick
you ever seen a n*gga fall off and get back rich?
you ever seen a real n*gga turn into a b*tch?
had to turn up all my old hoes, ooh, i know they sick
walkin’ out the set, five thousand for a ‘fit
hm, twelve hundred for some kicks
only wore them b*tches twice, n*gga, we just livin’ life

[verse 2]
i f*cked my b*tch best friend, she told me go to h*ll
i be d*mned if them crackers throw me in the cell
these n*ggas droppin’ bullsh*t, i’m just bein’ real
i know my destiny was h*ll, but did i fail?
my mama probably think i’m in illuminati
’cause i pulled up to her crib in a new bugatti
chopstick on the seat, that b*tch ridin’ shotty
a n*gga dissed jonboi, that’s another body

- damjonboi lyrics

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