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    "D***" Lyrics


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    Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself when he gettin
    closer to them girls be like
    Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were in the drop top two seater
    Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine shit I would try and claim him,
    Cause he's so fly and I'm so fly and you'll fool
    Yourself if you try to deny him

    I'm nothin' like them other brothers
    I got no choice but to slut her
    Cause I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin'
    like a nutta butta dutta dutta
    Mami you'll be in saint tropez
    Ridin' jet skis and mopeds
    Powderin' like dope heads
    Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J.Lopez (Bitch)
    (ha-ha) lets roast some spinach
    Find a club and just post up in it
    What you mean are we there yet,
    I got Lear jets that get to the west coast in minutes
    (ha-ha) I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge
    With white vanilla studs
    Cause if they witnessed how I'm killin' em out here
    these girls just might go tell the judge (i rest my case)


    You could be prancin' through ghettos
    In a pair of fendi's or pants and stilettos
    All you gotta do is swallow some kids like that witch
    did in Hansel and Gretel
    Who's as handsome as ghetto
    This mans earrings look transparent
    And my Mitchell and Ness throwbacks be so old they
    could be somebody's grandparents
    I want the kind of money athletes consume
    I have to assume
    I'm no fool, but I'm so cool,
    when I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room
    (oh) I'm so sick I drive in reverse fast
    Call me a nurse fast
    Shorty just lay back in the Maybach it'll make you
    feel like you sittin' in first class


    They ask for it
    So I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard
    And you gotta catch it on tape
    Cause when the truck stops rims still look like they on fast forward
    I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin
    As long as the earth spins
    And you'll get sea sick,
    Cause my waves be thick enough for them cali dudes to surf in
    (cowabunga) ya low ridin' denims
    Look like midgets is hidin' in em
    They say I like it from the front
    They like it from the back but when the kid is slidin' in 'm
    They be screamin'
    The biggest dikes be
    Switchin' for dudes with figures like me
    And um I'm not braggin',
    But imagine that you could even fuck with a nigga like me

    This song was submitted on November 16th, 2013 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Melynda M. Jackson, Mason T. Jones, Andrew James Stephens, Chris H. Van Huffel.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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