YDC
Too many cake ass niggas talkin' Outta my face, man
In my zone, nigga
Moonwalkin' this bitch just like Mike Jack Put a Rollie on my wrist, boy, that's a light
Pack
Take over this whole bitch, boy, I'm like that
Look, look, these niggas be hella fake Stack that money up, I get the cake
If he don't like me, then that boy racist I beat up her milk, turn her to a shake
I'm spazzin' on niggas, what's up with the hate
They say, Damien, boy, you the greatest, nigga, you late
Boy, I'm saucin' on niggas like, what's the deal
So-and-so talkin' that shit, keep my foot on they neck, boy, I keep it real
Be smart, play your cards, boy, you dumb as hell, why you stoppin' pills
I show up, they all bitch up when I give the call, boy, they know the drill
Wait, wise man, wise words
Hey, who the f*ck is she talkin' to
She charge five dollars just to twerk
I ain't gotta spit hot shit just to let the world know this a word
I learned my lesson, stay quiet, let the hatin' niggas come to you first
Woah, woah, woah, walkin
Moonwalkin' this bitch just like Mike Jack
Put a Rollie on my wrist, boy, that's a light pack
Take over this whole bitch, boy, I'm like that
I'm like that
Damn - Spazz out Lyrics
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YDC
Too many cake ass niggas talkin' Outta my face, man
In my zone, nigga
Moonwalkin' this bitch just like Mike Jack Put a Rollie on my wrist, boy, that's a light
Pack
Take over this whole bitch, boy, I'm like that
Look, look, these niggas be hella fake Stack that money up, I get the cake
If he don't like me, then that boy racist I beat up her milk, turn her to a shake
I'm spazzin' on niggas, what's up with the hate
They say, Damien, boy, you the greatest, nigga, you late
Boy, I'm saucin' on niggas like, what's the deal
So-and-so talkin' that shit, keep my foot on they neck, boy, I keep it real
Be smart, play your cards, boy, you dumb as hell, why you stoppin' pills
I show up, they all bitch up when I give the call, boy, they know the drill
Wait, wise man, wise words
Hey, who the f*ck is she talkin' to
She charge five dollars just to twerk
I ain't gotta spit hot shit just to let the world know this a word
I learned my lesson, stay quiet, let the hatin' niggas come to you first
Woah, woah, woah, walkin
Moonwalkin' this bitch just like Mike Jack
Put a Rollie on my wrist, boy, that's a light pack
Take over this whole bitch, boy, I'm like that
I'm like that
Too many cake ass niggas talkin' Outta my face, man
In my zone, nigga
Moonwalkin' this bitch just like Mike Jack Put a Rollie on my wrist, boy, that's a light
Pack
Take over this whole bitch, boy, I'm like that
Look, look, these niggas be hella fake Stack that money up, I get the cake
If he don't like me, then that boy racist I beat up her milk, turn her to a shake
I'm spazzin' on niggas, what's up with the hate
They say, Damien, boy, you the greatest, nigga, you late
Boy, I'm saucin' on niggas like, what's the deal
So-and-so talkin' that shit, keep my foot on they neck, boy, I keep it real
Be smart, play your cards, boy, you dumb as hell, why you stoppin' pills
I show up, they all bitch up when I give the call, boy, they know the drill
Wait, wise man, wise words
Hey, who the f*ck is she talkin' to
She charge five dollars just to twerk
I ain't gotta spit hot shit just to let the world know this a word
I learned my lesson, stay quiet, let the hatin' niggas come to you first
Woah, woah, woah, walkin
Moonwalkin' this bitch just like Mike Jack
Put a Rollie on my wrist, boy, that's a light pack
Take over this whole bitch, boy, I'm like that
I'm like that
Writer: Damien Woodard
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid