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MJG - Good Damm Man lyrics
[Singing] La da da da da Ooh, oh, ooh [MJG] MJG with his hand on a black steel figure Sent three tricks up to backwoods river Give me, uh, the motherfucking chump wanna fight me Kick the shit out ya ass quite nicely Swangin' round the corner got my game tight, ready Rollin' one deep in the SS Chevy Hoes, in blow up clothes trying to get my full attention But don't say shit if ya don't get mentioned Drinkin' 80 proof gin, chiefin' green, sticky dope Ya ass don't smoke if ya ass don't choke I'm too thick to be faded, Heinz 57 thickness I freeze ya ass with the motherfucking quickness It's the grease that be straight out the street that I deliver Shit so cold it make ya insides shiver If a nigga twenty holding, twenty motherfucking minutes I blow the strength out the bitch damn splitted Hellafied, mackadocious blow the better of the hay Ya gets no hit if ya ass don't pay Lay ya ass down jacker ain't no money to be took I shot the shit out the got damn crook [Chorus] I'm a good damm man, I'm a good damm man Just can't stand that I'm a good damm man and I'm cool I'm a good damm man, I'm a good damm man Pimp all hoes and, uh take on niggas too I'm a good damm man, I'm a good damm man Just can't stand that I'm a good damm man and I'm cool Good damm man [Verse 2] Pimp tight nigga for real slash lavish Don't chase dreams if ya can't count cabbage And even if a woman gets dinner to give me some It ain't no bitch worth my whole income Force dir ho, you ain't no virgin have you heard See hoes get broke tryin' to break past the word Ain't no ignorant motherfuckers residing in my zone Cause most sad folks got they own damn home It's been too many times that I've been ganked and double-crossed The game got grown and the game got tossed Back in my ass, jabbing me fast, I had to shake What I worked to make the side that wants to take I get the notion that there's a fire in the kitchen, feel the flames The heat about to cook up ya whole damn thang Get ya hand back reaching for mine, suicide The fuck got slapped out, the nigga knew he died It's his own damn fault, you know that busta brought it on Stay in a child's place if ya ass ain't grown And you do not prostitute hoes that work for me Collect my loot out the got damn streets [Chorus] [Verse 3] Right now you know the name is M-J-G Knock trick punks off the block daily I can say we was fucking you up, you was squealing Put three caps in the sniper on the building Fill him up, shovel his ass, drop his ass, then cut him Now you don't look so bad motherfuck him I'm bout tired of bitch niggas and I'm tired of bitch hoes But I guess that's the way life goes Cause it grows, cousin workin' on schemes, sale dreams Don't know shit about the hip-hop scene Breakin' you clean, using ya ideas, what they doin' Signed ya life on the line now ya ruined I'm a realist and a leader not a follower Break soft shit that the nation can't swallow Never can be stopped, new on the block poet Read the fuck out the thread when you sew it [Singing] La da da da da Good damm man [Chorus (x3)] |
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