Damedot - King Of The City lyrics
[Damedot - King Of The City lyrics]
Shoutout one time to the real ones
Shoutout to my diamonds, these the real ones
Shoutout to my shooter he a kill some
You disrespect the Mafia we peel some
Me and Cle walking all through Lenox Mall
I went to take a piss, had on Versace draws
VVS's shinin' like some Armor All
Imma show you broke ns how to ball
You knew the whole time I was a real one
I poured a whole eight and
I ain't spill none
Put it in the cream it look like red rum
I'm about my turkey like a pilgrim
Out the way trynna get these pills gone
(get these pills gone)
Ns on the Gram with a wig on (ay)
Bro bro on the road gettin his scripts gone
Look, told that lil bitch to let my dick go
(let my dick go, ay)
Nah bitch I ain't got no Timbs on (ay)
These them Balanciaga gyms, hoe
Look, foreign on my body shout-out Saks
Bitch, get your broke ass in the back
Bitch, I'm quick to pop a perc
And take a bitch to Heaven
Quick to up a pair of dice
And throw a couple sevens
Me and you against the world
I'm talking to myself
I'm swimmin' in a bunch of bad
Bitches like I'm Michael Phelps (uhhh)
I'm quick to buy a split
And make that fucker jump
Quick to give a bitch the
Boot after a couple pumps
I'm tryna drop this dry Bentley
Ns sneak dissin on my name and
We gon' leave 'em slump
If the bitch super rich she can make me bust
Hit a bitch without the bed
I can't make this up
Hit a bitch on the couch
It don't take me much
Don't need a bitch to hold me down
Baby take me up
I spent a roll on these Christian Loubs
That's a pair of Balmains
For some glitter shoes
If a n make me mad he gon' make the news
Oh that's your ace boon coon?
She can get it, too
All these places you'll be saying
I done been there, too
No I don't get my ice from
Mike, fuck I look like, a fool?
The size of my chain, imma ice it, too
And if you end up on my list imma ice you
Too
I spent six bands for this rose Ro'
My new pendant cost 12k
Hit the ring, make it rain
We call that shit a giveaway
Anyway, these ns hoes, these bitches broke
(huh) i keep that pole, you ns know (aye)
I just had a nightmare last night (huh)
I had a dream that I'm making pints
Rich, rich, rich, my ns trynna get rich
We ain't smokin' no OG's
It's cookie oz's in this bitch
Your bitch won't leave from this bitch
Spend less than a week then I dip
RGS we in this bitch, pour a
Whole P in this bitch
Blow a whole P in this bitch
Aye, any given day go spend some bucks
Hit her from the back
Di-diggin' in her guts
I move so much weight
They say I'm bodybuilding
On Mack with Chi Chi got
Some percs from the building
Runnin' from the blues, fuckin' up the road
Chain cost a dub, Gary gettin' all my bros
Hellcats when I pull up, it's real
I dropped twice this year and
I'm still in my bag (what?)
New GG, she feelin' her bag
My finkle n just gave me
Twenty lines for a stack
My dog don't be never taxin' me
Plug harrassin' me
You acting like you bout to throw a stick
It be some cash
I got the sauce, I passed the shit to Cle
He passed it back to me
Pint-for-pint with Sweeze, let's both win
Why would we compete?
RGS, real street ns live a trapper life
Lookin' like the jeweler just slapped me
With a bag of ice molly for the hoes
Hoes they showed up with a bag of ice
Imma be a legend anyway and
I ain't dyin' tonight
Bitch, fuck with me you know it's heavy
Give me head, look at my eyes
Let me know you love me
Get the head in my phone boy you know she
Let me, when she got my chain on
Bitch you know you sexy
I ain't slippin, me and Dreke in the
Fast lane, sippin on the whole thing
She doin' cocaine
One hand on the chop, one hand on her crotch
Brody got me playin' with them
Blocks, now it's heavy knots, n
From the Red Zone
You can't come on the block told Meech
Make the ice sit dumb in the watch
Eighties in the joint trippin', going
Dumb in the box
Play a roll we gon' put you
Dum dums in the box (Aye)
Ns fuckin up the puppy, got it
Barkin' light, you know me
I keep quiet - not the talkin' type
I'm on the West Side with Sweeze
He just bought a Sprite
If you ain't bout that threesome life
Then you all a hype (aye)
My momma always gotta check on me (aye)
I think she know I keep a check on me
You ns want me, then come get me (aye)
DameDot, king of the city
Shoutout to my diamonds, these the real ones
Shoutout to my shooter he a kill some
You disrespect the Mafia we peel some
Me and Cle walking all through Lenox Mall
I went to take a piss, had on Versace draws
VVS's shinin' like some Armor All
Imma show you broke ns how to ball
You knew the whole time I was a real one
I poured a whole eight and
I ain't spill none
Put it in the cream it look like red rum
I'm about my turkey like a pilgrim
Out the way trynna get these pills gone
(get these pills gone)
Ns on the Gram with a wig on (ay)
Bro bro on the road gettin his scripts gone
Look, told that lil bitch to let my dick go
(let my dick go, ay)
Nah bitch I ain't got no Timbs on (ay)
These them Balanciaga gyms, hoe
Look, foreign on my body shout-out Saks
Bitch, get your broke ass in the back
Bitch, I'm quick to pop a perc
And take a bitch to Heaven
Quick to up a pair of dice
And throw a couple sevens
Me and you against the world
I'm talking to myself
I'm swimmin' in a bunch of bad
Bitches like I'm Michael Phelps (uhhh)
I'm quick to buy a split
And make that fucker jump
Quick to give a bitch the
Boot after a couple pumps
I'm tryna drop this dry Bentley
Ns sneak dissin on my name and
We gon' leave 'em slump
If the bitch super rich she can make me bust
Hit a bitch without the bed
I can't make this up
Hit a bitch on the couch
It don't take me much
Don't need a bitch to hold me down
Baby take me up
I spent a roll on these Christian Loubs
That's a pair of Balmains
For some glitter shoes
If a n make me mad he gon' make the news
Oh that's your ace boon coon?
She can get it, too
All these places you'll be saying
I done been there, too
No I don't get my ice from
Mike, fuck I look like, a fool?
The size of my chain, imma ice it, too
And if you end up on my list imma ice you
Too
I spent six bands for this rose Ro'
My new pendant cost 12k
Hit the ring, make it rain
We call that shit a giveaway
Anyway, these ns hoes, these bitches broke
(huh) i keep that pole, you ns know (aye)
I just had a nightmare last night (huh)
I had a dream that I'm making pints
Rich, rich, rich, my ns trynna get rich
We ain't smokin' no OG's
It's cookie oz's in this bitch
Your bitch won't leave from this bitch
Spend less than a week then I dip
RGS we in this bitch, pour a
Whole P in this bitch
Blow a whole P in this bitch
Aye, any given day go spend some bucks
Hit her from the back
Di-diggin' in her guts
I move so much weight
They say I'm bodybuilding
On Mack with Chi Chi got
Some percs from the building
Runnin' from the blues, fuckin' up the road
Chain cost a dub, Gary gettin' all my bros
Hellcats when I pull up, it's real
I dropped twice this year and
I'm still in my bag (what?)
New GG, she feelin' her bag
My finkle n just gave me
Twenty lines for a stack
My dog don't be never taxin' me
Plug harrassin' me
You acting like you bout to throw a stick
It be some cash
I got the sauce, I passed the shit to Cle
He passed it back to me
Pint-for-pint with Sweeze, let's both win
Why would we compete?
RGS, real street ns live a trapper life
Lookin' like the jeweler just slapped me
With a bag of ice molly for the hoes
Hoes they showed up with a bag of ice
Imma be a legend anyway and
I ain't dyin' tonight
Bitch, fuck with me you know it's heavy
Give me head, look at my eyes
Let me know you love me
Get the head in my phone boy you know she
Let me, when she got my chain on
Bitch you know you sexy
I ain't slippin, me and Dreke in the
Fast lane, sippin on the whole thing
She doin' cocaine
One hand on the chop, one hand on her crotch
Brody got me playin' with them
Blocks, now it's heavy knots, n
From the Red Zone
You can't come on the block told Meech
Make the ice sit dumb in the watch
Eighties in the joint trippin', going
Dumb in the box
Play a roll we gon' put you
Dum dums in the box (Aye)
Ns fuckin up the puppy, got it
Barkin' light, you know me
I keep quiet - not the talkin' type
I'm on the West Side with Sweeze
He just bought a Sprite
If you ain't bout that threesome life
Then you all a hype (aye)
My momma always gotta check on me (aye)
I think she know I keep a check on me
You ns want me, then come get me (aye)
DameDot, king of the city