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dayum! - plies lyrics

[verse]
i’m the mothaf-cking n-gga in your city, n-gga, in and out
tell that ho to leave me lone, n-gga only f-ck with dimes
got these n-ggas threatening hoes, make them take my post down
since you being petty, p-ssy n-gga, i’ma f-ck her now
tell when n-ggas money getting funny, let their b-tches go
long story short, stay in your lane, you can’t afford hoes
i’m in the club smoking dope, i’m in the back, i’m all bezel’d up
text the ho and tol’ her, “i’m on my way”, i’m finna wet her up
too many n-ggas biting now, had to switch up on the jeweler
p-ssy bought the same watch, had to switch up on muller
riding in that seven deuce, big brother was in the buick
your -ss in trouble, ain’t it? swear to god he’ll give me shooters
riding to that hot water, a mothaf-cking hot boy
lil n-gga in a big body, b-tch this look like shaq’s car
tear drops in your face and you ain’t k!lled, now what the tax for?
blew a m in one day, that’s what you call a sack, boy
might do me a free show, send the money straight to meech
no ain’t never met the n-gga, i just like to keep it g
y’all n-ggas be balling, ain’t it? [?]
balling like a mothaf-cka but you ain’t signed to dog sh-t
ah!
that’s a mothaf-cking n-gga for ya
i’ma keep f-cking these b-tches, taking pictures for ya
first day you come home, i’m buying a chicken for ya
ain’t talking popeye’s, i’m talking 36 on ya
the only n-gga made 20 m
and i ain’t never did a summer jam
no disrespect to new york city, b-tch
but i blew without a summer jam
never seen a n-gga try to slam me and slam his d-mn self
with a 100 grand in my pocket, n-gga, i beat your lil -ss half to death
choppa game serious, n-gga, hands on mayweather level
big brother always told me you can’t show love to these p-ssy n-ggas
if you ever, ever, ever, ever, ever try me
swear to god i’ll stack a bible, p-ssy better k!ll me
by the time security got to me, he was already asleep
i done got back on stage, n-gga, started doing me
heard they sneak dissing now, i got the gram on fleek
google your net worth, p-ssy n-gga, tell me what you see
i bet a m to your 10 stacks, it ain’t more to me
you ain’t really eating, n-gga, you need a grand more than me
dayum!
y’all p-ssy got me out here, boy
i’m riding home when i’m out here, boy
two things in this world that i ain’t seen
and that’s a ufo, n-gga, and a b-tch that i need
these n-ggas want me to take a l so bad but
how i look at it, sh-t, it can’t even help
n-gga ask me the other day “d-mn, why they so mad?”
i told him “i don’t know, dawg, hope they tryna get fed”
dayum!
i’m celebrating, popping bottles, ho
if you ain’t tryna f-ck, don’t want you in my section, ho
say she think that she pregnant bih
(what you told her?)
i told her ain’t no pregnant b-tch
ain’t no hollywood -ss n-gga, i’ma project -ss n-gga
about 10 years ago i was a 100 gram n-gga
i got that base steady flipping
like toucan sam, n-gga
i heard n-ggas talking sh-t, i mean a grand slam, n-gga
real recognize real
and y’all n-ggas don’t look familiar
she say her p-ssy always good, bih
like a sweet p-ssy sat-rday, n-gga
they shoulda k!lled me when i was a puppy
now i’mma full grown dog
i buy all brand new, i leave my old sh-t in the mall
she say she ain’t f-cking none, i told her “b-tch, don’t even call”
b-tch, i paint my own self, b-tch, i’m my own boss
yeaaah!
if the p-ssy good, talk to me
if you a p-ssy, you can’t walk with me
got some money, n-gga, shop with me
my day one’s on top with me
it’s one in the morning
my old b-tch calling
she tell me what i’m doing
i text her back, b-tch, balling!
in front the club with the top off
i’m just tryna get my rocks off
feelin’ lucky if you want it, n-gga
and get your p-ssy -ss knocked out
i’m just walking around this mothaf-cka looking like a ki
y’all hating -ss n-ggas looking like an oz
i done played the offence, n-gga, y’all played the d
get the guns re done, i’m throwing blue hundreds in the sea
dayum!

- plies lyrics

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