Got Damn lyrics

by

The Roots


[Intro: Curren$y]
Let me smoke one with my dog
Right on Flake Street
Fendi P, Corner Boy P
What you call him

[Verse: Corner Boy P]
Oh sh*t, oh sh*t
b*tch you know that's Corner Boy
These hoes, ain't f*cking you, cuz you a broke boy
Big wheels, riding with a Barbie, in a Tonka truck
Nerf gun, on my lap and no, this is not a toy
Oh sh*t, I think I'm facing time, sh*t got me paranoid
Boost Mobile clicking, n*ggas say he 'bout to [?]
Push the b*tch face out my lap, I got to make a play
Ándale, honestly I pray to trap another day
God damn, I went through them bands, I mean like God damn
Blowin' gas, all in the air, no I don't f*ck with squares
Got damn, put them bands on him, get that n*gga murked
His homies ain't gon' do sh*t for him, but put him on a shirt
God damn, I'm balling, and you hating, that's so pus*y
You a pus*y, hating on your dog, for pus*y, f*cking pus*y
Always pull your gun and never f*cking shoot it
(Never shoot it)
I'm a real Eastside n*gga, you can't overlook me
Bring me $4,500, you could get a P
Don't tell me 'bout no Cali prices, Cali far from here
I'm in the club, with a stick of dope behind my ear
Play legendary, f*ck around gon' let it go in here
I came up with some n*ggas , they feel just like me
Your b*tch DM said she just wanna put her mouth on me
It's Jet Life, I'm getting money, I flip twice a week
I'm talking Audi G, Beamer G
My scale on me, that's major key
She give me top, my candle lit
I swerve the car, can't handle it
These broke boy's don't want no smoke
I split that n*gga cantaloupe
I got bands around the dough
I got first dibs on your hoe
Just served her a
They knocking at my momma door
I blacked out in the booth
Don't f*cking ask why Spitta signed me fo'
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