Damedot - Jamaica lyrics

(Rell On The Track)

Every chance I get
I gotta tell her she the shit
Out-of-town trips
It's just me and my loyal bitch
She was right there when my
Niggas played on the fence
This shit we got is one thousand
Ain't no hit or miss
Swear I just wanna see you up
Wanna see you rich
Hate when you listen to your friends
That shit make me sick
You need to get some boss bitch friends
'cause they ain't on shit
('Cause they ain't on shit)
Soon as I land, bae, give me kiss (Mwah)
You can get whatever, these hoes
The ain't gettin' shit
Go get two bags and some


Shoes with the matchin' print
You can get a Louis V
Yorkie to match the 'fit (Rrr)

I feel like I owe you
Everything that you ever want
Got all the reasons to leave
But you never don't
I said I love them hoes, but I really don't
(I don't) you and my son really what
My heart beatin' for (Ooh, Rell)
Let's take a trip to Jamaica
(Let's take a trip)
I can't promise hoes ain't gon' want me
I'm a real player (Woo)
All the hoes mad 'cause you got me
They some real haters
(They some real haters)
Dior, Chanel, I got real flavors
I can get her waist snatched
I got real paper
She ain't playin' with a bag
That's a dealbreaker
(That's a dealbreaker)
Ooh, she pretty with no ass
But I still take her
Ooh, I hit him with the fin
Sent him to his maker
(Sent him to his maker)

They wanna lock me up
Think I'm a pill maker (Damn)
I fuck her on the camera, I'm a filmmaker
This Wock' in this cream taste
Like a Now and Later (This shit taste crazy)
I skipped, went straight to the pussy, nigga
I don't date her you want some Black Dane
Two hundred for an eighter
I might go to Chase
But I'm not gon' chase her
My lil' bitch came from Indiana like a Pacer
(Like a Pacer) she don't wanna talk 'less
It's 'bout some paper
Flip-flops came from Gucci with
The matching socks
Got purple lenses in my buffs
Just to match the watch
Nigga, this 2020, so I got a matchin' Glock
(Glock 20) pulled up with two hoes
I got matchin' thots
Bitch gave me the Bridge card
I done maxed it out
Upped our picture on the 'Gram
I done X-ed her out
Whole lot of bullshit 'bows
That's my Texas route
Fuck chalk, play with us
We gon' sketch you out (Baow)
Bitch, let me in that pussy
I'ma stretch you out
Fuck you by the front door
Then I'ma let you out
Bitch head wasn't shit, she done let me down
I got the fin in here with me
They ain't pat me down
Graduated from the streets
I need a cap and gown
I was the shit back then, bitch
Look at me now (Look at me now)
She used to sit on my dick
She can't stand me now
I gave the strap to my brother
That's a hand-me down
(That's a hand-me down)

I feel like I owe you
Everything that you ever want
Got all the reasons to leave
But you never don't
I said I love them hoes, but I really don't
You and my son really what
My heart beatin for
Let's take a trip to Jamaica
(Let's take a trip)
I can't promise hoes ain't gon' want me
I'm a real player (Woo)
All the hoes mad 'cause you got me
They some real haters
Dior, Chanel, I got real flavors
I can get her waist snatched
I got real paper
She ain't playin' with a bag
That's a dealbreaker
(That's a dealbreaker)
Ooh, she pretty with no ass
But I still take her
Ooh, I hit him with the fin
Sent him to his maker (Sent him to his maker