g*ddamn - jupiter dubois lyrics
married to the money and we faithful like some sister-wives
top two in the coup, me and lees
you are not invited
i want closets full of monse sweaters
i want cardi and her baby at my dinners
want the jeweler be the same as my dentist
lips cold cause everything i spit is frigid
this is a count down
10 seconds till it goes down
9 years i ain’t owned nothing
8 spaghetti w the dollar sauce
and now the sauce stay dripping
7 deadly sins and i survived em all
gimme 6 rings a n-gga tryna beat lebron
hold a 5 to success
four fingers and they wrapped around ya necklace
i’ma give ya 3 seconds then i’m going off
2 times
while i rep this real
a mocha chick
hail from atl
seen it all i ain’t got no fear
got courage like i’m sipping clear
rock with me
call me wine jawn
cause i’m only getting finer
ain’t no fenty on my face but i remind him of rihanna
and i charge for consultations cause my dreams are designer
f-ck with me
this the type of sh-t make you say godd-mn
this the type of vibe make you change your plans
whole squad making moves
but don’t none of us dance
we just kinetic and magnetic
so keep up if you can
i get the bag like i’m robbing a bank
straight but i’m bossy so he call me the king
p-ss me the crown
p-ss me the cane
p-ss me the ringng
your highness my name
and platinum plaquing is my claim to fame
if you don’t bump lees or dubois
you cannot control the aux lil b-tch
if you run up on my lawn
you will get shot by my mom lil b-tch
don’t f-ck w the law
cause them piggies been plotting on my bacon little b-tch
and this sh-t go hard
troy, lees, and dubois’ll get you right
lil b-tch
this is how we do
type shyt make you say godd-mn
watch how i set it up
i just do it
run ’em up
i shoot like montana they flinch at the steel
how you talk sh-t when your b-tch look like ew
no the platoon
don’t search for a deal
me and team pack canons and lead
(selcouth is dead
dubois on ya line )
lees in this b-tch
lees feel the shine
my n-ggas act boujie
them throw up them signs
see thru them lies
with my left eye
young as h-ll but my spirit feel old
touch on ya b-tch watch she turn into gold
f-ck on yo clout
i published my dreams
catch a stacks with lens’
put on my team
black faces and my thumbs green
mop it up
spill my heart on the beat
yea i keep my sh-t clean
i got the midas touch i might as well
drop shawty get it by myself
finesse follow my intuition
climb the totem pay my tuition
boom trap
slang the snare
yea we lit
yea we lavish
she grab on locs
as she drip on my fabrics
she said she just got have it
if you don’t bump lees or dubois
you cannot control the aux lil b-tch
if you run up on my lawn
you will get shot by my mom lil b-tch
don’t f-ck w the law
cause them piggies been plotting on my bacon little b-tch
and this sh-t go hard
troy, lees, and dubois’ll get you right
lil b-tch
this is how we do
type shyt make you say godd-mn
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