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Damn Thang (feat. Zak James, Drem & Yvng Vin) Video (MV)




Performed By: Last of the Nobodies
Language: English
Length: 3:18
Written by: Zachary Martin, Connor Lucera, Vincent Bird-Webster
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Last of the Nobodies - Damn Thang (feat. Zak James, Drem & Yvng Vin) Lyrics
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I've been on my job tryna maintain Still gettin' higher than an airplane
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
Champagne sippin' got me swervin' out the fast lane
Man, wait, fresh kicks, same color mayonnaise
Pedal to the metal, gold medal from the rap game
I ain't never settled, bet it all on my last name
Zak James, shake and bake, baby, you in last place
Pass play, better run the route, rent past due
Cashew I've been goin' nuts, didn't ask you
Hold up, gotta hold out like a donut
Slow down when I roll up, I'mma post up
All out, stackin' up chips, guacamole
Pop off like a soda, Coca-Cola
I've been on my job tryna maintain
Still gettin' higher than an airplane
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I don't know how to do it sometimes, but make no fuss
Been a minute, puttin' out rhymes, I wanna bust
Give a clinic, gon' keep it timely, you in dust
You can tell he killin' the beat, eat it for lunch
Hold up, wait, I bring the pressure These babies is bein' extra, standin' out from the rest
Funk feelin' electric
I saw you bout a hour ago
Now you pretendin' that you didn't see me rockin' the show
She said she didn't get my name, I said it's cool, I gotta go
Because they callin' me, they leavin', she has two, I said to bros
I've been on my job tryna maintain
Still gettin' higher than an airplane
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I step up out the house, I'm dancin' like I'm James Brown
I wanna groove, I wanna boogie, this a new sound
I step on the booth, I'm on the mic, this my playground
I got a plug, I got the boost, so let's get down
I step up on the floor, I'm dancin' as a ho down
That's your man, he's a lame, he's a ho clown
Ask about a native girl, I run her whole town
I know she love me cause I'm steppin' like I'm James Brown
I've been on my job tryna maintain
Still gettin' higher than an airplane
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
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English

I've been on my job tryna maintain Still gettin' higher than an airplane
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
Champagne sippin' got me swervin' out the fast lane
Man, wait, fresh kicks, same color mayonnaise
Pedal to the metal, gold medal from the rap game
I ain't never settled, bet it all on my last name
Zak James, shake and bake, baby, you in last place
Pass play, better run the route, rent past due
Cashew I've been goin' nuts, didn't ask you
Hold up, gotta hold out like a donut
Slow down when I roll up, I'mma post up
All out, stackin' up chips, guacamole
Pop off like a soda, Coca-Cola
I've been on my job tryna maintain
Still gettin' higher than an airplane
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I don't know how to do it sometimes, but make no fuss
Been a minute, puttin' out rhymes, I wanna bust
Give a clinic, gon' keep it timely, you in dust
You can tell he killin' the beat, eat it for lunch
Hold up, wait, I bring the pressure These babies is bein' extra, standin' out from the rest
Funk feelin' electric
I saw you bout a hour ago
Now you pretendin' that you didn't see me rockin' the show
She said she didn't get my name, I said it's cool, I gotta go
Because they callin' me, they leavin', she has two, I said to bros
I've been on my job tryna maintain
Still gettin' higher than an airplane
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I step up out the house, I'm dancin' like I'm James Brown
I wanna groove, I wanna boogie, this a new sound
I step on the booth, I'm on the mic, this my playground
I got a plug, I got the boost, so let's get down
I step up on the floor, I'm dancin' as a ho down
That's your man, he's a lame, he's a ho clown
Ask about a native girl, I run her whole town
I know she love me cause I'm steppin' like I'm James Brown
I've been on my job tryna maintain
Still gettin' higher than an airplane
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
We ain't really really on the same same
I ain't really worried bout a damn thing
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Writer: Zachary Martin, Connor Lucera, Vincent Bird-Webster
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