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! |