Ace Hood - Damn! lyrics
[Ace Hood - Damn! lyrics]
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!
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!