DAM! DAM! DAM!

(アルバム： LP! - 2021)

Some of you niggas ain't like that
So I-I-I, I can't, I can't ever say nothing to you
You know, I just gotta sum you up
You the sum up type
Round you niggas up to one lil' thing, you know, gotta address
You know what I'm saying
Put you in a bucket, dump the fucking fire
Damn, damn, damn!

Damn, damn, I feel like the new black Hen' Rollins
Niggas studying my footwork, I'm James Harden
Bitch, who it? (Who it?)
Where you goin'? Uh, come here
I thought I told your ass already I ain't from here (Facts)
And, yeah, we gotta drive to La La and you know why
I gotta go and hurry through New Jersey, can't pump there (No)
Babe (Babe), I'm such a negative bitch (Why?)
My friends turned on me, then I turned rich (Pshh)
Sodom, Gamorrah, I turned back, they still talking shit (Damn)
Hold my hand (Yeah), all my ex-ex-fans (That's right)
I promise (Yeah), I swear the baby need somebody and a new header (Uh-huh)
I did *** like, "Of course I could do better" (What else, uh)

Gotta take more shots, get a good lead
Keep taking them shots 'til the rim bleed
'Til I succeed, work like Little Steve
Working all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimming 'til that motherfucking ship leak
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what?

Your bitch is just fucking whoever (Yeah)
I fuck her, she's yours, she let him (Okay)
Damn, is this the price of having fans?
Babe, I'm so precise, I'm always planned (Ayy, what the fuck?)
And Afro Thunder with these hands, uh (Yeah)
On your head, gon' be some, uh (Frrp, sheesh)
On my head must be some bands (Yeah)
Gucci Mane, I think I love her (Yeah)
Danny Swain, I think I love her (Yeah)
Big nose in that ***** (Ah)
Feel like Andre Iguodala (Facts)
The money put me in a trance (What? Yeah)
The label got me nudging stems (Wait)
I need way more than that for an advance (Oh, yeah)
Play with my money, shit won't go as planned (For sure, sure)

Gotta take more shots, get a good lead (For sure)
Keep taking them shots 'til the rim bleeds
'Til I succeed, work like Little Steve
Working all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimming 'til that muhfucking ship leak
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what?

Oh, it's just, man, fuck that
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I just gotta let you know
I prolly shouldn't be talking like this, but
It's fine