DameDot - Lemme See

(Jose the Plug)

Guess who's back in the building?
I don't chase hoes
But I'm gon' chase these millions
If a nigga know me
Then you know I don't play
Nigga play on my top
Then I'm blowin' all day
This Sierra twist fire
We been smokin' all day
Nigga told me keep it real
And I told him always
A nigga can't be picky
Gotta get this shit in all ways
Diamonds on, I guess crime pays
Yeah starin' at the club, sticks on
Got a clear view
Shinin' on these backstabbin' niggas
In my rearview
Tell the waitress ten bottles again
She ain't hear you
Lamb chops, I don't need to see the menu
All these lights make me start
To think of thе Cullinan
Bitch a sex slave, I done camе
Make me cum again
Got somethin' in the booth make a
Nigga do the Running Man
Nigga wrist cost a hundred grand

If you really hustle hard to get the racks
Let me see your hands
If you got it on you now
Let me see them bands
Bitch, if you got a nice booty
Let me see that ass these Amiris, baby
I don't do the cheaper pants
I'm tryna get some head on the spot
I don't need a dance
I'm tryna fuck tonight
I ain't tryna be your man
Boy, I be helpin' niggas out
I don't need a hand
My lil' cousins hit my phone
He need a half a man

I forgot to pay my one lick
Go hunt some lil' grams bro hit my phone
Said he just seen my lil' yeah
My shooter asked if he was
Green and I told him, yeah
I ain't even gotta put a
Dollar on a nigga head
I ain't even gotta lift a
Finger and a nigga dead
I ain't even gotta lift my wrist
Just to get some head
Don't tell me shit 'bout my ex
She a chickenhead he a lucky bitch if he
Make it to the 'spital
I got about eight of these
New dogs in the kennel
We smokin' in the rental on
The way to the South
Tell that broke-ass nigga keep my
Name out his mouth
Don't say shit 'bout them racks if
You can't pull 'em out
Fuck all that plain jane shit, bust it down
Don't be stingy with them
Racks, if she yours, ice her out
I might take her in
But I won't take her out
Nigga, if you make it in
I bet you won't make it out (Jose the Plug)

If you really hustle hard to get the racks
Let me see your hands
If you got it on you now
Let me see them bands
Bitch, if you got a nice booty
Let me see that ass these Amiris, baby
I don't do the cheaper pants
I'm tryna get some head on the spot
I don't need a dance
I'm tryna fuck tonight
I ain't tryna be your man

Written by:
Daniel Morris, Nikolas Marzouca, James Scheffer, Eric A. Bellinger, William Roberts, Lundon Janae Knighten, Usher Raymond

Publisher:
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