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toast - damjonboi lyrics

[verse 1: payroll giovanni]
patek on my dresser at the penthouse
got the benz detailed, ’bout to take my b*tch out
ungrateful n*ggas threw me off, i’m on my sh*t now
had some cheap sh*t around, but if you blink, you missed out
lookin’ at my life now, it make a n*gga trip out
my goal, i used to stack four, i blow it on a trip now
he was on that tough sh*t, he scared for his clique now
once blood shed, it’s too deep to have a sitdown
used to ask for pointers, b*tch, it’s pointers on my wrist now
he love when he thought i fell off, he back p*ssed now
champagne sippin’, boy, your whole life get p*ssed out
n*ggas wеnt from bust aps to no kit now
parties i’ma sit out, that’s ’cause i’m on some stackin’ sh*t
gеt money easy, my n*gga, but can you manage it?
i don’t want no challenger, no, i’m in the challenges
lookin’ at my lifestyle, could tell i’m into laughin’ sh*t
think a n*gga havin’ sh*t, at saks fifth grabbin’ sh*t
he ‘posed to be my n*gga, but he fishy like a salmon dish
fell in love with the game, so i grind passionate
plug got an accent, learn spanish on accident
boy

[chorus: damjonboi]
let’s have a toast
you just moved the whole bag?
got them lame n*ggas mad, hm
let’s have a toast
got a real b*tch and she bad
and y’all both poppin’ tags
let’s have a toast
bossed up on they ass
dropped the top, now n*ggas mad
let’s have a toast
them n*ggas ain’t wanna see you win
now you fresh as h*ll, jumpin’ out a benz (yeah)
[verse 2: damjonboi]
at j alley with my b*tch, waitress starin’ at my kit
me and pay back in this b*tch, this is real as it’s gon’ get
i don’t like what she got on, so i’m gon’ buy this b*tch a ‘fit
just because i spent some money on you don’t mean i’ma trick
that just mean i really got it, blues hangin’ out my pocket
n*ggas had they lil’ run, it’s my turn, let me pop it
h*ll yeah, i’m braggin’ ’bout the sh*t i got, don’t mean i’m c*cky
left pocket all twenties, up a roll, this b*tch sloppy
i got three bad b*tches with me in this amg
real n*ggas winnin’ again, some sh*t they hate to see
i ain’t goin’ nowhere, they gon’ have to deal with it
on the real, life’s gucci, so i put my kids in it
r.i.p. to ruler, sh*t, i might just drop a range
she wanna help me spend the pape, ’cause she wasn’t me in the rain
b*tch, we out here chasin’ bags, give a f*ck about some fame
sb, by lug, you know the motherf*ckin’ name

[chorus: damjonboi]
let’s have a toast
you just moved the whole bag?
got them lame n*ggas mad, hm
let’s have a toast
got a real b*tch and she bad
and y’all both poppin’ tags
let’s have a toast
bossed up on they ass
dropped the top, now n*ggas mad
let’s have a toast
them n*ggas ain’t wanna see you win
now you fresh as h*ll, jumpin’ out a benz

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