God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you looking like a fan
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you lookin' like a fan
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, on some betty crocker shit
F*ck your opinion you can keep your compliments
TRE got sauce man he keep the condiments
Dutches got the shits I keep a box of it
You know we trying to roll deep
Yall just cant beat the confidence
We hustle dog we don't sleep
My new bitch bad as f*ck
Got trees dog we bag it up
Like legos we stack it up
Codeine in the plastic cups
If y'all got green you can match a blunt
Now shit started adding up
Now i'm making cash
And you still hating with your basic ass
And i ain't feeling that shit that you talking
My homies we saucing put you in your coffin
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you looking like a fan
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you lookin' like a fan
Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, I aint coming down tonight
So damn gone yeah im f*cking out of sight
Lean mixed up with a 16 ounce of sprite
Imma drown tonight, throw it down tonight, yeaah
Fake Ls in the club, f*ck boys cant come around tonight yeah
Over here its all love
Got hands if you tryna fight
Get served with a side of rice
Im the plug I decide the price
It sells quick like designer nikes
If you got me a line ill supply the sprite
Young kid blowing up like dynamite
Its survival of the fittest you gon' die tonight
Cant stop my shine I be shining bright ah yea
Ray ban shades help out my sight ah yeaa
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you looking like a fan
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you lookin' like a fan
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Link Pellow - God Damn Lyrics
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God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you looking like a fan
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you lookin' like a fan
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, on some betty crocker shit
F*ck your opinion you can keep your compliments
TRE got sauce man he keep the condiments
Dutches got the shits I keep a box of it
You know we trying to roll deep
Yall just cant beat the confidence
We hustle dog we don't sleep
My new bitch bad as f*ck
Got trees dog we bag it up
Like legos we stack it up
Codeine in the plastic cups
If y'all got green you can match a blunt
Now shit started adding up
Now i'm making cash
And you still hating with your basic ass
And i ain't feeling that shit that you talking
My homies we saucing put you in your coffin
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you looking like a fan
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you lookin' like a fan
Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, I aint coming down tonight
So damn gone yeah im f*cking out of sight
Lean mixed up with a 16 ounce of sprite
Imma drown tonight, throw it down tonight, yeaah
Fake Ls in the club, f*ck boys cant come around tonight yeah
Over here its all love
Got hands if you tryna fight
Get served with a side of rice
Im the plug I decide the price
It sells quick like designer nikes
If you got me a line ill supply the sprite
Young kid blowing up like dynamite
Its survival of the fittest you gon' die tonight
Cant stop my shine I be shining bright ah yea
Ray ban shades help out my sight ah yeaa
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you looking like a fan
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you lookin' like a fan
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you looking like a fan
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you lookin' like a fan
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, on some betty crocker shit
F*ck your opinion you can keep your compliments
TRE got sauce man he keep the condiments
Dutches got the shits I keep a box of it
You know we trying to roll deep
Yall just cant beat the confidence
We hustle dog we don't sleep
My new bitch bad as f*ck
Got trees dog we bag it up
Like legos we stack it up
Codeine in the plastic cups
If y'all got green you can match a blunt
Now shit started adding up
Now i'm making cash
And you still hating with your basic ass
And i ain't feeling that shit that you talking
My homies we saucing put you in your coffin
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you looking like a fan
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you lookin' like a fan
Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, I aint coming down tonight
So damn gone yeah im f*cking out of sight
Lean mixed up with a 16 ounce of sprite
Imma drown tonight, throw it down tonight, yeaah
Fake Ls in the club, f*ck boys cant come around tonight yeah
Over here its all love
Got hands if you tryna fight
Get served with a side of rice
Im the plug I decide the price
It sells quick like designer nikes
If you got me a line ill supply the sprite
Young kid blowing up like dynamite
Its survival of the fittest you gon' die tonight
Cant stop my shine I be shining bright ah yea
Ray ban shades help out my sight ah yeaa
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you looking like a fan
God damn i'm the motherf*cking man
Dope shit by the gram, I do it all for the fam
God damn dreams of whippin' in the lamb
Why you talking what you saying
Now you lookin' like a fan
Writer: Link Pellow
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