Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Damn!, artist - Ace Hood.
Date of issue: 10.02.2013
Song language: English
Damn! |
Oh yeah? |
That’s how you feel, huh, young niggas? |
You gon' pull up in that ma’fuckin' foreign right there |
Went bare in your ma’fuckin' pocket with that bitch? |
Goddamn… goddamn |
Why you do ‘em like that? |
Goddamn |
(What you mean?) |
How he pull up in the Porsche, 911, oh lord |
With a bad bitch with me and her ass all for it |
Goddamn… goddamn |
Hundred-thousand for the Rollie, goddamn |
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way |
KOD in Magic City, pissy, K, I’ll make it rain |
Goddamn |
Steppin' out tonight I think I’m ‘bout to make a movie |
Drophead Phantom whippin', bumpin' Lil' Boosie |
Bitch, I got a check I just might buy the whole club |
Twenty-thousand dollars I just call it showin' love |
Big money nigga, caught a milli on the jewels |
Ballin' like a bitch, I made the ESPN news |
Oh boy, you can never play me for a fool |
Keep a Mr. Fix-It with me, that’s who keep the tool |
I say «now good lord, look at shorty there, she all ass» |
«Bet your money she gon' fuck me for that brown bag» |
I said I’m too gone off that liquor — turn up, nigga, you trippin' |
And peace to rockin' my system — blue-tinted watches, I’m different |
I was in the trap, cracker kicked the door |
I was in the room, I was beatin' a hoe |
Cracker asked me «nigga, where the store?» |
Told him «probably in Alaska, cracker, where it snow» |
Hit Crummers, I’mma buy a hundred shares |
And give it all the way to all of y’all niggas |
Got a funny feeling I’mma whack me a rat |
And get on TV playin' crazy like «I don’t know what happened» |
Asked me did I fuck his girl, I told him I don’t remember |
Now did she suck me? |
That’s a strong possibility |
Hit him with the nine and got his shit back |
Ten racks, pussy nigga, and I’ll sell your chain back |
Okay, now fat black Meryl bitches call me Bruce Wayne |
Crib big as Wal-Mart, nigga that’s a shame |
And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade |
Most them niggas pussy, lucky I don’t call names |
Catch me runnin' up in that, Lord have mercy, thank you Jesus |
Probably with a freak, her name Tanika, she a skeezer |
Order more bottles, tell ‘em more rosé |
Dope boy swag, gold rollie and some J’s |
I be wildin' on your niggas — stylin' on your niggas |
Go and cop a whip and then I Instagram a picture |
What your money like? |
What get your cheddar up? |
My paper long, bitch, etcetera, etcetera |
Yeah! |