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Damedot
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Lyrics
(Are you in the mafia?)
(Am I in the what?)
(Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime?)
(I'm in the waste management business)
(Everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up)
I'ma keep this shit 100, ain't nobody gave me nothin'
I'ma big wolf, I'm hungry
Most these rap ****, they funny
Assault rifle like a monkey
Camouflage like I'm huntin'
Thirty rounds, this bitch pokin'
I'll leave the **** shit open
Got some **** in the feds
Got some **** on parole
Mike Amiris cost a roll
Every bitch I fucked with cold
I'm like Icewood in '04
I'm a street lord for sure
Bend it over, touch yo toes
I'ma throw this shit on the floor
Hell yeah, I'm from Detroit
But I get love on that road
Bitches on a **** dick now
Couldn't get a hug from them hoes
I got a fetish for Medusa
Runnin' through the oranges like hookah
Meech not playin', he'll shoot ya
If you bitch **** act stupid
I know death gotta be easy
'Cause this life shit get hard
Fuck them hoes, fuck them cars
You gon' eat or you gon' starve
RIP, my ****, free my dogs
Gotta know who real and who fraud
This Detroit shit so small
I take my bop stick to the mall
Damedot, bitch, the realest
You ain't gettin' money, **** kill it
Pussy ****, you ain't no killer
I'm a mothafuckin' gorilla
Moms with me, right or wrong
Everybody solid, won't fold
We ain't fallin 'out 'bout hoes
That's just how this real shit go
I'ma keep shit 1000
Bitch, I'm suppose to be on an island
These **** hate when you smilin'
Hoes got so much mileage
I be sittin' back just laughin'
**** be yourself, you a actor
Hatin' **** ain't no factor
They ain't gon' get you there no faster
Lil' boy, I put that work in, grab a blender
Put that work in, I'm surgical
With them tools like a surgeon
My boy who got a 8 of that wock
This shit is urgent
We came up, we ain't have nothin'
Now we splurgin'
Bitch, look at me now
Fam wanted to see me up
I bet they happy now
Hoes funny, told me no
They ain't gettin' at me, now
One time for my **** who ain't let me down
I know death gotta be easy
'Cause this life shit get hard
Fuck them hoes, fuck them cars
You gon' eat or you gon' starve
RIP, my ****, free my dogs
Gotta know who real and who fraud
This Detroit shit so small
I take my bop stick to the mall
Damedot, bitch, the realest
You ain't gettin' money, **** kill it
Pussy ****, you ain't no killa
I'ma mothafuckin' gorilla
Moms with me, right or wrong
Everybody's solid, won't fold
We ain't fallin 'out 'bout hoes
That's just how this real shit go
Written by: Demario Lamarr Livingston