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Damion Damond Green
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Ooh baby, ooh baby, oh baby, ooh baby
I want you so bad, can't even get mad at you
What a thing you really swing and I feel so, it's true
Yeah, want you so bad, can't even get mad at you
What a thing you really swing and I feel so, it's true
Hold up, down south where I stay, switching lanes everyday
Coming down looking clean, problems can't stay away
Popped a trunk bang, while I'm gripping the wheel
Haters looking shitty, epidemic is real
Yeah, long star baller, I'm a shot caller
Jewels round my neck, dripping clear like some water
No less than the best, I must confess
Nike's on my feet and they cross my chest
Yes sir, the boy clocking them dollars
Never pimpin' chains, I gotta make them hoes holler
Either that you gotta suck or swallow
If you down for the cause, get in line and follow
I'm so trill, got it from the pimp
Attitude, fuck em all, never gave a shit
Here I come, here I come, yeah this nigga coming
Rags to riches, I told y'all I was up to something, huh
Yeah, want you so bad, can't even get mad at you
What a thing you really swing and I feel so, it's true
Yeah, want you so bad, can't even get mad at you
What a thing you really swing and I feel so, it's true
You're such a good make my lungs start breathing in the air
Through love and you I really know child, just how much I care
Writer(s): Damion Green
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