Damage lyrics

by

xtsy*



Legalize nuclear bombs
Ready?
[?]

[Chorus Bryalle]
Headtops, I only want the headtop
Bad hoes your hoe prolly at the spot (yeah, yeah)
Big money b*tch I get the guap (get the guap)
Walk in that b*tch then to the bank type shi I do a lot (do a lot, yeah)
She try to play me like I'm dumb that b*tch a stupid thot
Getting, getting grain, these n*ggas they cash (cash, cash)
Cash Carti back (back)
Got hella [?] now they hella mad
This a Louis bag, not that fake sh*t (not that, not that, fake sh*t)
I hop on the beat and I go ape sh*t ( I hop on the beat and I go ape sh*t)
I go on that, I go on that ho 'cause she my favouritе (I go on that ho 'cause she my favourite)
I just want thеm racks so I could get up on that plane, b*tch
(I just wanna get on that plane b*tch)
I just want the racks I ain't tryna do the plane, b*tch (plane)
Play with [?] that sh*t da-maged
Yeah I'm riding 'round town with a bad b*tch (riding with a bad b*tch)

[Xtsy* verse]
Huh, we be robbing n*ggas for they cabbage
Huh, huh, they get quiet when we say what's [?]
She been sending pretty pictures using bandwidth
I got double thotties on my side call that a sandwich
I'm in here with [?], I'm in here with, yuh
She so wet like Fiji
Thottie said she need me
I put her in Chrome Hearts
Blocking groupies from my phone, she say I got a cold heart (cold heart)
Mathematician hating different angles to your pornstar
Wait it up and leave it on the corners look like corn starch
Foreign cars, foreign brauds (foreign brauds)
She say that she heavensent we had to make a triple x
[?] get back you hit this sound these n*ggas know what's coming next
Pc, xd, Hickeys left right on her neck
Step team, Ivvys, shoot until there's nothing left, damn
[Verse]
Mm, she wanna wear my joggers
Don't want me recording
My brain gon record it
She want me, I'm touring
Beating up a [?]
That be so annoying
That, that be so annoying

[Chorus Bryalle]
Headtops, I only want the headtop
Bad hoes your hoe prolly at the spot (yeah, yeah)
Big money b*tch I get the guap (get the guap)
Walk in that b*tch then to the bank type shi I do a lot (do a lot, yeah)
She try to play me like I'm dumb that b*tch a stupid thot
Getting, getting grain, these n*ggas they cash (cash, cash)
Cash Carti back (back)
Got hella [?] now they hella mad
This a Louis bag, not that fake sh*t (not that, not that, fake sh*t)
I hop on the beat and I go ape sh*t ( I hop on the beat and I go ape sh*t)
I go on that, I go on that ho 'cause she my favourite (going on that ho 'cause she my favourite)
I just want them racks so I could get up on that plane, b*tch
(I just wanna get on that plane b*tch)
I just want the racks I ain't tryna do the plane, b*tch (plane)
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