KA$HDAMI - Deja Vu lyrics
Kashdami [David Wallace III] King George County, Virginia/Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S. 🇺🇸
[KA$HDAMI - Deja Vu lyrics]
Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get
Fu-Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get lynched
Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get
Fu-Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get lynched
Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get
Fu-Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get lynched
It ain't nothin', lil' baby, just send that pin
Ca-Call twin, he gon' hop out with that (Bah!)
Call twin he gon' hop out wit that Gen
Fre-Freaky ho with me, she gone off the Gin
F-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get
Fu-Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get lynched
(Dami, oh my God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fre-Freaky ho, I think she likin' my swag
Think it's 'bout time that I make my move
Went to the store, copped a new Louis bag
Say it's war nigga, fuck it, I ain't makin' no truce (Huh)
Ca-catch a nigga lackin', hit his ass with the deuce (Bah, bah!)
I be posted outside with my gang, my crew
If you don't mind me, then I won't mind you
That's my swag, I seen it before like Déjà Vu
Yuh
Real stay with the gang though
Outside on the block, where you can't go
Yuh, shawty real sweet like mango
And I still got that stick 'cause I can't go
Yuh, all of these rap niggas puss, I swear to God, bitch, I ain't trippin'
Ho-Hop out them bushes, that Drac' thing hit em'
Chop fire, some' like a pick, how it split em’
Yeah, it ain't nothin', lil' baby, just send that pin
Ca-Call twin, he gon’ hop out with that (Bah!)
Call twin, he gon' hop out wit that Gen
Fre-Freaky ho with me, she gone off the Gin (Bah, bah1)
Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get
Fu-Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get lynched
(It’s KA$HWAYZ or no wayz, nigga)
(Fbee, gang, gang, grrah)
Fu-Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get lynched
Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get
Fu-Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get lynched
Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get
Fu-Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get lynched
It ain't nothin', lil' baby, just send that pin
Ca-Call twin, he gon' hop out with that (Bah!)
Call twin he gon' hop out wit that Gen
Fre-Freaky ho with me, she gone off the Gin
F-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get
Fu-Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get lynched
(Dami, oh my God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fre-Freaky ho, I think she likin' my swag
Think it's 'bout time that I make my move
Went to the store, copped a new Louis bag
Say it's war nigga, fuck it, I ain't makin' no truce (Huh)
Ca-catch a nigga lackin', hit his ass with the deuce (Bah, bah!)
I be posted outside with my gang, my crew
If you don't mind me, then I won't mind you
That's my swag, I seen it before like Déjà Vu
Yuh
Real stay with the gang though
Outside on the block, where you can't go
Yuh, shawty real sweet like mango
And I still got that stick 'cause I can't go
Yuh, all of these rap niggas puss, I swear to God, bitch, I ain't trippin'
Ho-Hop out them bushes, that Drac' thing hit em'
Chop fire, some' like a pick, how it split em’
Yeah, it ain't nothin', lil' baby, just send that pin
Ca-Call twin, he gon’ hop out with that (Bah!)
Call twin, he gon' hop out wit that Gen
Fre-Freaky ho with me, she gone off the Gin (Bah, bah1)
Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get
Fu-Fu-Fuck nigga try me, bet his ass get lynched
(It’s KA$HWAYZ or no wayz, nigga)
(Fbee, gang, gang, grrah)
