Dayum! Lyrics & Tabs by Plies

Dayum!

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Plies

I'm the mothafucking nigga in your city nigga, in and out Tell that ho to leave me lone, nigga only fuck with dimes Got these niggas threatening hoes, make them take my post down Since you being petty, pussy nigga, I'ma fuck her now Tell when niggas money getting funny, let their bitches go Long story short, stay in your lane, you can't afford the hoe I'm in the club smoking dope, I'm in the back, I'm all bezel'd up Text the ho and tol' her, "I'm on my way", I'm finna wet her up Too many niggas biting now, had to switch up on the jeweler Pussy bought the same watch, had to switch up on Muller Riding in that seven deuce, big brother was in the Buick Your ass in trouble, ain't it? Swear to God he'll give me shooters Riding to that hot water, a mothafucking hot boy Lil nigga in a big body, bitch this look like Shaq car Tear drops in your face and you ain't killed none, now what the tax for? Blew a M in one day, that's what you call a sack, boy Might do me a free show, send the money straight to Meech No ain't never met the nigga, I just like to keep it G Y'all niggas be balling, ain't it? Yalls be at the roads sick Balling like a mothafucka but you ain't signed to dog shit Ah! That's a mothafucking nigga for ya I'ma keep fucking these bitches, taking pictures for ya First day you come home, I'm buying a chicken for ya Ain't talking Popeye's, I'm talking 36 on ya The only nigga made 20 M And I ain't never did a summer jam No disrespect to New York City, bitch But I blew without a summer jam Never seen a nigga try to slam me and slam his damn self With a 100 grand in my pocket, nigga, I beat your lil ass half to death Choppa game serious, nigga, hands on Mayweather level Big brother always told me you can't show love to these pussy niggas If you ever, ever, ever, ever, ever try me Swear to God I'll stack a Bible, pussy better kill me By the time security got to me, he was already sleep I just got back on stage, nigga, started doing me Heard they sneak dissing now, I got the Gram on fleek Google your net worth, pussy nigga, tell me what you see I bet a M to your 10 stacks, it ain't more to me You ain't really eating, nigga, you need a grand more than me Dayum! Y'all pussy got me out here, boy I'm riding home when I'm out here, boy Two things in this world that I ain't seen And that's a UFO, nigga, and a bitch that I need These niggas want me to take a L so bad but How I look at it, shit, it can't even happen Nigga ask me the other day "damn, why they so mad?" I told him "I don't know, dawg, Im just tryna get fat" Dayum! I'm celebrating, popping bottles, ho If you ain't tryna fuck, don't want you in my section, ho Say she think that she pregnant bihhhhhh (What you told her?) I told her ain't no pregnant bitch Ain't no Hollywood ass nigga, I'ma project ass nigga About 10 years ago I was a 100 gram nigga I got that base steady flipping like two Toucan Sam, nigga I'm up Denny's talkin' shit, I'm eating a Gram Slam, nigga Real recognize real And y'all niggas don't look familiar She say her pussy always good, bitchhhhh Like a Sweet Pussy Satday, nigga They should've kilt me when I was puppy, Now I'ma full grown dawg I buy it all brand new, I leave my old shit in the mall She say she ain't fucking none, I told her "bitch, don't even call" Bitch, I pay my own self, Bitch, I'm my own boss Yeaaah! If the pussy good, it talk to me If you a pussy, you can't walk with me Got some money, nigga, shop with me My day one's on top with me It's one in the morning My old bitch calling She tell me what I'm doing I text her back, bitch, ballin'! In front the club with the top off I'm just tryna get my rocks off Feel lucky if you wanna, nigga And get your pussy ass knocked off I'm just walking around this mothafucka looking like a ki Y'all hating ass niggas looking like an oz I done played the offence, nigga, y'all played the D Get the guns re done, I'm throwing blue hundreds in the sea Damn!