Testi:
Dame Four Other

for u was oh so strong (oh boi) I don?t understand boi why (I don?t understand boi why) You gotta be like every other guy (every other guy) This is the

[Verse 1:] You see me lookin' sexy Don't mean that you gon' sex me Just because I got a body Doesn't mean you'll get my body Don't get the wrong impression

duke I slice you High dude, roll dice and heist schools, in night schools Turn pigs to ground hogs, my hound dogs surround the streets Rob with four-pound

to me I live in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester every other weekend with the same dirty Hanes shirt It takes two to tango, three to jump rope Four to

's the hit Everything's blurry, burnt twisted eyes bloodshot red Straight up on four [B-Legit] Don't forget about Legit though Danked out, and full of that Cisco Siding with the proper dame

a gat up in my pants everytime that I'm steppin' the forty-four mag is the motherfuckin' weapon Straight doin' it I'm worst than a dope fiend Or wid some dame

(feat. Dame Dash, Jim Jones) [Dame Dash + Parlae] How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!) You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!) You wanna

and spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains

family now, a house made of bricks Four grown ass kids and aint none of them shit She still my bitch so I stayed around But she always tryna Dash when other Dame