Dot Dot Curve, Brokencyde - Damn! lyrics

You a player, hater player
Hater player, hater bitch, what?
Maybe some like this damn! Damn, hahaha
Let's go!

Damn! Damn the way I fuckin' dress
You know I gotta impress
Got everybody saying damn, damn
The way I fuckin' dress
You know I gotta impress
Got everybody saying damn (Damn)
You know the way we roll
We’re fuckin' out of control
Got all these hoes sayin damn! (Damn)
You know the way we roll
We’re fuckin' out of control
Got all these hoes sayin damn!

Damn, shit everybody's staring at me
They keep on glaring like I got a fuckin' STD
Shit I ain't


I’m the freshest of the freshest
Judgeing by my necklace
I’m fashionably reckless, yeah
Do you really want a plastic man, yeah
My shoes are better than yours, yeah
My pants are better than yours, yeah
My shirt is better than yours
If you wanna come and get mothefucker shit
I’ll be outside with a pad and a pencil
We can do runways back and forth
Get just what I like to leather and hensel

S-c-e-n-e f-a-g-g-o t yeah, that’s me, boy
Smack and rubbing that s-C-E-N-E K-ID
Ha ha haha! Sex and no perks speak
With brokeNCYDE and denim inside
We’re ready get your crunk, ok, R-U-N-K

Damn! Damn the way I fuckin' dress
You know I gotta impress
Got everybody saying damn, damn
The way I fuckin' dress
You know I gotta impress
Got everybody saying damn (Damn)
You know the way we roll
We’re fuckin' out of control
Got all these hoes sayin damn! (Damn)
You know the way we roll
We’re fuckin' out of control
Got all these hoes sayin damn!

It's Seven baby
BrokeNCYDE fo’ shizzle my nizzle
Bring it all together like damn! Bitches

Got everybody saying!

Damn, damn we got Spanky and Jayreck
Along with brokeNCYDE
How many of you bitches wanna hate
If you like it, burn it up like us
Cause fashion in the look is
A total fuckin' must

Damn! Damn the way I fuckin' dress
You know I gotta impress
Got everybody saying damn, damn
The way I fuckin' dress
You know I gotta impress
Got everybody saying damn (Damn)
You know the way we roll
We’re fuckin' out of control
Got all these hoes sayin damn! (Damn)
You know the way we roll
We’re fuckin' out of control
Got all these hoes sayin damn!

That you breaking my skills
To why you all in my grill
BC and SK, you know we keep it real, like
Damn, hater player, hater
Player, hater bitch, what?!
Damn, hater player, hater
Player, hater bitch, what?!
Damn, hater player, hater
Player, hater bitch, what?!
Damn, hater player, hater
Player, hater bitch, what?!

Come and check my fashion eEGGE, you wait
I’ve got a pinky ring
That’s heart shaped P-IM-P
I keep it fresh man, real fuckin' fresh
I’m talking fresher than fabreeze will
Ever fuckin' get P-IM-P!

Damn! Damn the way I fuckin' dress
You know I gotta impress
Got everybody saying damn, damn
The way I fuckin' dress
You know I gotta impress
Got everybody saying damn (Damn)
You know the way we move
We’re fuckin' out of control
Got them hoes sayin damn! (Damn)
You know the way we move
We’re fuckin' out of control
Got them hoes sayin damn!

Hey, yo, yo what up motherfuckers
This is Seven from brokeNCYDE
Heres a little something that I wrote for you
Yo, it goes
1-2, yeah, brokeNCYDE will never die!
1-2, yeah, brokeNCYDE will never die!
Shake that body baby, you do it!
I wanna see you touch the ground!
BrokeNCYDE and Scene Kidz, we move it!
Let me see you touch the ground!
1-2, yeah, brokeNCYDE will never die!
1-2, yeah, brokeNCYDE will never die!
Shake that body baby, you do it!
I wanna see you touch the ground!
BrokeNCYDE and Scene Kidz, we move it!
Let me see you touch the ground!