Damii the Dyme - Bag

Damiiiiiii
Booked and busy you bitches is dizzy I told You my life is a movie (Action)
Queen of the city I’m keepin it litty And no I Don’t fuck with you Groupies (At all)
You bitches still fuck for sneakers I Might let Em eat for feature (Aht aht)
As soon as I give em a taste of this Etha he Say Damii a keeper (In love)
I’m missin you mommy what’s up With you Papi Your princess is poppin right now (Poppin)
As soon as I get it I promise the city That I will Put on for the town (Star city)
You see how I do I move with the Boss while You bitches countin your Losses (Ching ching)
In the back of the Bentley he lickin My kitty And killin my pussy I’m off Em (Eat it up)
When he can’t supply the Doe and The Dick Damii The Dyme don’t need En (At all)
If you get out a line I’m poppin that 5 And I’m Sendin my goons to eat em (Gang Gang)
I’m tryin to get to that bag bitch I’m tryin to Get to that bag (I’m tryna Get a bag)
I’m tryin to figure out why why why Is these Bitches so mad (Ughh)
I’m tryin to get to that bag bitch I’m Tryin to Get to that bag (Ughh)
I’m tryin to figure out why why why Is these Bitches so mad (hey ugly)
Bold and beautiful watch what I do to You clip These Nigga like cuticles (Clip Clip)
He wanna fuck but short on his Bucks
Nigga just stick to your usual (Me)
He gave me head in the whip (Head)
He fell in love with a bitch (In love)
But I’m on that Megan Thee Stallion Shit ion be Lovin you simps (Hot girl)
Damii a million real when I swing Through You Already know what Miss thing do (You know)
You want’a eat get down on your Knees this How a bad bitch feed you (Eat up)
A Mill and 1 likes on 1 of my pics Damii The Dyme she lit (Lit)
This tea ain’t for free not even a sip But we Can start off at a grip (It cost ya)
Siddity Lil bitches they postin
Trollin my wave I noticed (I see you)
But I’m tryin to get it
No time for you chickens (No time)
Promise you bitches I’m focus
Front of the covers 3 mags (You see it)
All in a month she bad
Kay slayin these hoes (Drama king)
What’s good with you bro I’m tryin To get to That bag
I’m tryin to get to that bag bitch I’m Tryin to Get to that bag (I’m tryna Get a bag)
I’m tryin to figure out why why why Is these Bitches so mad (Ughh)
I’m tryin to get to that bag bitch I’m Tryin to Get to that bag (Ughh)
I’m tryin to figure out why why why Is these Bitches so mad (Hey ugly)

Written by:
Fredra Cole

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