Damedot - FIFA lyrics

I just spent two thousand on some
Jeans I'm only wearing once
I just fuck with hundreds, not no twenties
I'll tear 'em up
My bitch text me, said she 'bout to leave
But I don't care enough
I'll get a nigga sent home
For a pair of buffs
These Diors costs me an oldie
I should start 'em up (Vroom)
Nothin' less than sixty FN shots
In the car with us (Brrt)
Nigga ice so froze
I done gave a bitch a fever
Balenciaga soccer jersey on like it's FIFA

Told bro to take a fresh pint out the freezer
I just wеnt to Hutch
For no motherfuckin' reason (Ice, icе, ice)
He put it on his dead granny
Still I don't believe him


You pulled up to your bitch house in time
I was leavin'
Bitch, we got the browns like it's Cleveland
Your bitch hangin' from my nuts, release me
(Let me go)
I can't fuck with broke hoes, capeeshy?
(Okay?)
Why my bitch hair the same inches as a TV
I'll hit a nigga main bitch twice
Like I really like her (Mwah)
And send her right back to her nigga
I'll extradite her
All this damn shittin' I be doin'
I need an extra diaper
(Need an extra diaper)
Oh, 'cause I thought the
Feds said indictment
The money keep callin' me
Your bitch keep stalkin' me
You gotta have a bag just to talk to me
Every bitch you ever see me with, nigga
Cost some cheese
I'll knock every branch off
A nigga family tree (Doo doo doo doo)

I just spent two thousand on some
Jeans I'm only wearing once (Two racks)
I just fuck with hundreds, not no twenties
I'll tear 'em up
My bitch text me, said she 'bout to leave
But I don't care enough (You can go)
I'll get a nigga sent home
For a pair of buffs
These Diors costs me an oldie
I should start 'em up (Christian Diors)
Nothin' less than sixty FN shots
In the car with us (Five-seveNs, nigga)
Nigga ice so froze
I done gave a bitch a fever
Balenciaga soccer jersey on like it's FIFA

The bitch I came in here with
Look like a Mona Lisa (Mwah)
I hit her from the side
She call me Trevor Ariza (Hey, hey)
I'll get a nigga wrapped up like a pita
(Drrt)
Break into a nigga front door like a pizza
I had a one-on-one heart-to
Heart with the reaper
I pop a Percocet and put a bitch in a sleeper
I know it sound deep
But this shit can get some deeper
All these hoes on a nigga line
I need a beeper yeah, your new bitch cold
But that's old news (Old news)
Only time you niggas thuggin'
Is on Pro Tools (Gangster)
Took her to the boat and made
Her drive the boat too (D'USSÉ)
Locked in with the Fives, know some Locs too
Her friend wanna ride with us, well, come on
Bitch (Come on, bitch)
I should be a fuckin' fly, I be on some shit
I'm so motherfuckin' fly
I need a bungee kit
And still'll put a monkey suit on
Get on some monkey shit knock, knock, nigga
(Knock, knock, nigga)
How many opps in there? AR drunk
(AR drunk)
It's a hundred shots in there (Brrt)
Rollie like a crackhead body
Too many rocks in there (Ice, ice)
Put all my racks in the drawer
It ain't no socks in there
(It ain't no socks in there)
I wanna know what you gon'
Do for this couple hundred
(What you gon' do)
She already fuckin' with my head 'cause
She said she love me (Mwah)
Damn, she got a fat ass, but she kinda ugly
(But she kinda ugly)
The doctor made it soft
He took it out her stomach

I just spent two thousand on some
Jeans I'm only wearing once
I just fuck with hundreds, not no twenties
I'll tear 'em up
My bitch text me, said she 'bout to leave
But I don't care enough (Alright)
I'll get a nigga sent home
For a pair of buffs
These Diors costs me an oldie
I should start 'em up (Vroom)
Nothin' less than sixty FN shots
In the car with us (Brrt)
Nigga ice so froze
I done gave a bitch a fever
Balenciaga soccer jersey on like it's FIFA