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what you gone do - damjonboi lyrics

[intro]
(it’s j—)
hmm

[verse]
i heard the feds takin’ pictures, look alive (look alive)
don’t even write no more, just hit the booth and close my eyes (sh*t)
n*ggas lame, it ain’t surprise me when i heard they switched sides
(i heard they switched sides)
a hundred n*ggas in the club, twenty bottles, this sh*t litty
whoever would’ve thought that i’d be top ten in my city?
poured an eight of wock’, sh*t so dark that it look like henny (sh*t)
been about that green since a youngin like i went to fendi
i ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout no b*tches, i’ve been focused (i’ve been—)
shot that boy so many f*ckin’ times, his body smokin’ (sh*t)
half pound of dark green, sh*t, it look like ocre
grap it twice before we jump on the road because it’s potent
got a question for you, ever see a n*gga die?
sent a text to a dead opp like he was gon’ reply
b*tch suckin’ d*ck in a blindfold, i guess she shy
been through some sh*t that i don’t really talk about, they wonder why
ain’t talked to blood in two weeks, if he call, i’m still slidin’ (real)
big foreign on them forgios, i’m still glidin’
n*ggas raps be fairy tales, you could tell they still lyin’
i ain’t f*cked this b*tch in months, but you can tell she still mine, mmm
[chrous]
what you gon’ do if them n*ggas start slidin’? (start slidin’)
you gon’ grab your chopstick or start hidin’? (or start hidin’)
is you gon’ keep slidin’ when this sh*t over with? (this sh*t over with)
drop a p*ssy n*gga, then stand over him
shoot a p*ssy in his face
f&n in his mouth, now he know how death tastes (d*mn)
high as f*ck, leave out the club, jump in the foreign like “let’s race”
told lil’ mama i don’t really want her p*ssy, just face
everybody k!llers now, that’s some sh*t you would cap about
and if you really was, that ain’t no sh*t that you should rap about
clutchin’ on my stick at the crib when i’m backin’ out
f*cked her and cuffed her friend, that’s some sh*t to laugh about (ha)
right pocket lookin’ swole, i ain’t choosin’, i was chose
f*ck a b*tch, get your pros (get your motherf*ckin’ pros)
all them hoes gon’ d*ck suck when they see you up that roll
wanna be your best friend when they see you on that road
make a n*gga talk to god when he see me up that pole

- damjonboi lyrics

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