God Damn! (feat. Yung Breezi)

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God damn, god damn
God damn, god damn
Claim that she loyal but she don't be fucking with friends
She belong to the streets god damn, aye
God damn, god damn
God damn, god damn
Even though while my demeanor is childish
Punches go flyin' they hurt god damn, aye
I'm like ooh, god damn god damn yuh
I'm too good god damn, yuh
I own this land, yuh
Don't care 'bout them, nah
Yeah they not fans, yuh
F*ck with me they can't, nah
Don't care 'bout them, nah
God damn, god damn
I ain't a gangster, I ain't catching a body
Just want the green like I'm making wasabi
Waiting on me like you waiting on lobby
Bitch f*ck out my face and go do on your hobbies
King of the hill but don't call me no Bobby
Bitch all on me you can call her a jockey
Yeah never mind, no hoes in my county
I get to the top and they calling a bounty, Uh
I don't play no games, nah
They call me insane, nah
I'm just doing my thing, yuh
Get the f*ck out my face, yuh
Worry 'bout me, go worry 'bout you
Cause I'm doing good and helping myself
Down to ride and I'll f*ck a bitch
She out there playin' games I don't need no help
God damn, god damn
God damn, god damn
Claim that she loyal but she don't be fucking with friends
She belong to the streets god damn, aye
God damn, god damn
God damn, god damn
Even though while my demeanor is childish
Punches go flyin' they hurt god damn, aye
I'm like ooh, god damn god damn yuh
I'm too good god damn, yuh
I own this land, yuh
Don't care 'bout them, nah
Yeah they not fans, yuh
F*ck with me they can't, nah
Don't care 'bout them, nah
God damn, god damn
Aye, God damn God damn
Why yo bitch all over my dick though
Aye, God damn God damn
Ima go pull up in a lambo
Aye, my fans my fans
Always there for me, ima go in though
Aye, she blowin' me like a fan cause I know she a fan
that's why I am the man though aye
She wanted me for my bands
She wanna date well I give her one dance
Ima start blowin' my cash in advance
I won't die ima only advance
Seen you in Prada, my shawty she know
I'm so high that I think I can flow
Pockets be full and it's over the low
And I pull up got bands and my wallet can't fold aye
God damn, god damn
God damn, god damn
Claim that she loyal but she don't be fucking with friends
She belong to the streets god damn, aye
God damn, god damn
God damn, god damn
Even though while my demeanor is childish
Punches go flyin' they hurt god damn, aye
I'm like ooh, god damn god damn yuh
I'm too good god damn, yuh
I own this land, yuh
Don't care 'bout them, nah
Yeah they not fans, yuh
F*ck with me they can't, nah
Don't care 'bout them, nah
God damn, god damn

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