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(album: Marc My Words - 2019)


Damazin Beats

Studs 'round here acting tough like I won't still smack 'em
Shared an opp's song on my page but I'ma still whack 'em
Your mans died some years back and I'm still laughing
Drop whatever when I pull up like my friends stranded
Cut straight into a cougar, she said, "Boy, you real managed"
Gave her my TextNow number 'cause she acting real fanish
Doing fraud, punching everything like Vice City
That cookie in bowls loud like Rice Krispies
Up dog shit, my nigga said I'm bold as hell
'Cause you with a bitch for all her money, now she poor as hell
She think I like her, I can tell this bitch don't know me well
And she just asked me for some neck, this bitch ho'd herself
You watching Netflix in the trap, you think she running errands
Like triple-A, catch you down bad, pull up and air it
I look like money for your bitch so why the fuck you staring?
You gon' get yo' baby dropped like a clumsy parent
Boy, you knew that shit was fake, why the fuck you wear it?
My bitch said, "If this my dick, then why the fuck you share it?"
Hmm, damn, you got a point though
My brother died, I ain't drop a tear for boy
Whacked an opp then cried tears of joy
Damn, bitch, where the fuck was you when I needed you?
Told you my plans, you ain't see it through, ha, ayy
And I hope that you are having the time of your life, ayy, ayy
Ayy, but think twice, yeah
That's my only advice
Ooh, ayy

My dog got a CP up but let me see the Glock
They say I'm in my bag, but tell the truth, I'm really not
I been chilling, I didn't even know I brought a Twinkie out
Keep the stick in my hand like I'm on a pizza box
You was capping in your intro so I threw your CD out
Punches hit so motherfucking hard they knock Frieza out
Family, money and neck is all I think about
Got one rule in this house, bitch, no teeth allowed
I been peeping out, fake shit that I can't be around
When your people on snake shit it's hard to keep a smile
Better be about everything you rap on beats about
When I see you out, on sight whip the heater out
People that I thought loved me ain't even seen the route
My sister been seen a vision, Cory in the House
Put my mama through so much, hope she forgive me now, yeah, yeah
You might think I hate you, I appreciate you
Left when I weren't able, then God turned the tables
I'm forever grateful, found myself, I thank you
Finally got a breakthrough, rest in peace, my angels
They won't forget your name, Ru

Damazin Beats

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