Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Got Damn, artist - Ace Hood. Album song Starvation 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Music World Music
Song language: English
Got Damn |
Oh yea? |
That’s how you feel huh young niggas? |
You gon pull up in that motherfuckin Foreign like that there |
50 grand in yo motherfuckin pocket with that bad bitch |
Got damn, got damn |
Why you do em like that? |
Got damn |
(Wutchu mean?) |
How you pull up in the Porsche? |
9−11 oh Lord |
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full |
Got damn, got damn |
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn |
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way |
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain |
Got damn! |
Steppin out tonight I think I’m bout to make a movie |
Drop in the Phantom, whippin bumpin Lil Boosie |
Bitch I gotta checkout, just went by the whole club |
Took bout 20 thousand dollars, I just call it showin love |
Big money nigga, quarter mil worth of jewels |
Ballin like a bitch, I made the ESPN news |
Home 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 hall ass |
Bet your money she gon fuck me for that brown bag |
I said I’m too gone off that liquor, turned up — nigga you trippin |
That P Ciroc in my system, blew 10 racks as I’m different |
Got damn, got damn |
Why you do em like that? |
Got damn |
(Wutchu mean?) |
How you pull up in the Porsche? |
9−11 oh Lord |
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full |
Got damn, got damn |
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn |
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way |
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain |
Got damn! |
I was in the trap, cracker kicked in the do' |
I was in the room, I was beatin a ho |
Cracka asked me, «Nigga where the snow?» |
Told them probly in Alaska, cracker where it snow? |
This Christmas, I’mma buy 100 Chevy |
And gave em all away to all the young niggas |
Got a funny feeling, I’mma whack me a rapper |
Get on TV plat crazy, like oh no what happened? |
Asked me did I fuck his girlfriend, I told him I don’t remember |
Now did she suck me? |
That’s a strong possibility |
Hit him with the 9, he got his shit wacked |
10 racks pussy and I sell your chain back |
Got damn, got damn |
Why you do em like that? |
Got damn |
(Wutchu mean?) |
How you pull up in the Porsche? |
9−11 oh Lord |
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full |
Got damn, got damn |
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn |
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way |
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain |
Got damn! |
Okay now flat black ‘Maro, bitches call me Bruce Wayne |
Crib big it’s Wal-Mart, nigga that’s a shame |
And I keep a shooter, call that boy Dwayne Wade |
Once them niggas pussy lucky, I don’t call names |
Catch me pullin up in that, Lord have mercy, thank You Jesus |
Probly with a freak, her name Tameeka, she’s a skeezer |
Audemar bottles, til tomorrow Rose |
Dope boy swag, ol Rollie and some J’s |
I be wailin on you niggas, stylin on you niggas |
Go and cop a whippin, then I Instagram a picture |
What yo money like? |
What dip dope cheddar over |
My paper long, bitch etcetera, etcetera |
Get it! |
Got damn, got damn |
Why you do em like that? |
Got damn |
(Wutchu mean?) |
How you pull up in the Porsche? |
9−11 oh Lord |
With a bad bitch with me and her ass so full |
Got damn, got damn |
Hundred thousand for the Rollie, got damn |
All these diamonds in my chain, 30 bottles on the way |
KOD in magic city, 50k I make it rain |
Got damn! |