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donkey kong - hennie damé lyrics

[pre-hook: lil $ega]
$ega
donkey kong clip, i let it rip
arm 200 every time i spit
arnold palmer, when i miss i just sip
mike kors on wrist, chillin’ in crib
on my arm, i let it sit in the mix
driving cars, 5 stars in the 6
cut my heart when it hit
i’m at large don’t know what i did

[hook: lil $ega]
d-mn, this just how you live?
i don’t even know where to sit
i can’t even hit a licc
thinkin’ i might just dip
ain’t got no food in the fridge
ain’t got no soda to mix with the drip
$ega, you know what it is
step outside now i’m takin a risk

[verse 1: austin skinner]
donkey kong, my brodie pull up with them clips, yuh
i just started drippin’, now i’m f-ckin’ on your b-tch, yuh
she gon l!ck it up, then imma go and call her lyft, yuh
i said “f-ck that sh-t” i tell that b-tch just how it is, yuh
yuh, shawty, she all on the table
sauce it be drippin’ like maple
yuh, i pour a 4 in the faygo
i swear this choppa, it’s fatal
yuh, don’t know why you got me playin’ games, girl
got me on my own, in my own like it’s wayne’s world
and i know we not the same, girl
get your mans, i can really teach you pain, girl
diamonds on me i got gold inside my fangs, girl
off the drugs, pouring’ up, might be late, girl

[pre-hook: lil $ega]
donkey kong clip, i let it rip
arm 200 every time i spit
arnold palmer, when i miss i just sip
mike kors on wrist, chillin’ in crib
on my arm, i let it sit in the mix
driving cars, 5 stars in the 6
cut my heart when it hit
i’m at large don’t know what i did

[verse 2: zae k]
i just sold some rerock
boutta spend it on an icy watch
keep a cold b-tch i don’t need
that’s an icy thot
i ain’t never met a single b-tch that i like a lot
b-tch i’m bowser with the peach
b-tch i’m a god in the beach
and my bands look like diddy
i ain’t talkin’ donkey kong
b-tch i changed the game
you’ll miss me when i’m dead and gone
brand new strap i can’t conceal cause the barrel long
i don’t f-ck with b-tches [?]
$ega, and skinny, and damé, it’s fatal
i keep a cup on a stick, no ladle
you want the whole weekend but i am not able
i need me a phoebe, i don’t need a rachel
[?]
rollin’ too much i be ruining tables
[?] he be smokin’ on maple
i need the pills, i’m not mentally stable

[verse 3: hennie damé]
my brothers pullin’ up with sticks like master roshi
i’m just tryna see a couple m’s on me like yoshi
b-tch that want me bad, tryna cuff, but she don’t know me
you not the only one that’s tryna be my one and only
bust down my wrist, then i bust on her face
i’m like calvin palmer, i’m given these fades
don’t you talk down if you talk on my name
like ‘93 email my choppa at aim
gold in my t–th, like the link on my cuban
big 223 and that’s word to my shooters
he don’t won’t smoke like a juul, but i slide on his block he go mia just like bermuda
aye, aye, my plug connected like the wifi
shooters on stand by, trigger fingers why try
choppa bust you up, turn your ‘preme into some tie-dye
donkey kong clip, from the hip’ll make you bye-bye

- hennie dame lyrics

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