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zone life boyz pt. 2 - damjonboi lyrics

[intro: nuk]
(damjonboi)

[verse 1: nuk]
boy, i’m really up and crashin’ b*tches, b*tches on my bumper
boy, i ride with dog on dog so much, it look like dumb and dumber
spend ’bout thirty there, just wear the clothes, i don’t know sh*t ’bout london
i get high as h*ll, i’m poppin’ percs until they hurt my stomach
get a brick this member, then, i might just use her kitty cat
i know about [?], that’s where my n*ggas sittin’ at
he hit you with ’bout thirty grams, can’t even put a dent in that
ain’t sh*t like gettin’ a drop on dog and hittin’ him where he livin’ at
the feds say they can’t take it light on n*ggas, we keep zip and tags
i don’t even gram for gram no more, i just be sendin’ bags
n*ggas wanna save the broke hoes, they wanna help the p*ssy
my b*tch got her own bag, icy as f*ck, she look like elsa for ’em

[chorus: nuk]
this the sh*t we asked for, they gon’ send a task force
caught another dummy in the whip just like a crash course
pickin’ up the pure sh*t, they swear i had a passport
i was on a cash tour
i was sellin’ dog when y’all was changin’ out y’all last four
this the sh*t we asked for, they gon’ send a task force
caught another dummy in the whip just like a crash course
pickin’ up the pure sh*t, they swear i had a passport
i was on a cash tour
i was sellin’ dog when y’all was changin’ out y’all last four
[verse 2: damjonboi]
this the sh*t they asked for
caught an opp, stopped him, forgot what we beat his ass for
chop a n*gga crib down and firebomb the backdoor
he ain’t never caught no body, what he strapped for?
been poppin’ my sh*t way before i had the dreads
been hittin’ y’all b*tches, i just pulled up for the head
been ridin’ with choppers, now them b*tches come with legs
and i don’t fear sh*t unless it’s god or the feds
styrofoam full of purp’, thinkin’, “d*mn, i miss the red”
love her, but i treat her like a sl*t and leave her ass on read
why these n*ggas fake bangin’? i was born in this sh*t
sb, walk in the club, thunderstorm in this b*tch, hmm
i want the pros, f*ck them hoes, we don’t want them b*tches (you can have her)
better not catch dog lackin’ ’cause we own them n*ggas
applyin’ pressure, i can’t let a b*tch that want sh*t (okay)
tryna calm my youngins down, but they on dumb sh*t
mmm, hit a n*gga thirty*two times in the back, he shaq
i can never cap on these songs, n*gga, these straight facts
they don’t wanna hear none of that sh*t, lil’ n*gga, you wack
n*ggas graduated from new era, lil’ n*gga, you cap
i be tryna bool out, but dada like f*ck that
i heard them n*ggas robbed you for your sticks, where your buffs at?
n*ggas get to seven mile, they jewelry, yeah, they tuck that
took his b*tch to the red roof, come get your sl*t back

- damjonboi lyrics

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