Baby2Tone - DAMAGE

I make to much money just to miss you
Said you wanted smoke what's the issue?
You keep tellin' all ya friends ian even try to diss you
Hotbox in the Benz just wait till that pressure hit you
I make to much money just to miss you
Said you wanted smoke what's the issue?
You keep tellin' all ya friends ian even try to diss you
Hotbox in the Benz just wait till that pressure hit you
I ain't got a chance but my man hit
I done flipped a thousand grams on the gram bitch
Heart broke I been lookin for a bandage
How you talkin you done caused all of the damage?
Yea
Cuz you don't kno-o-ow you don't know
Know that I get high whenever i feelin lo-o-ow
Pop a perc now where the hell my feelings go?
You been posted up in Houston I been out here on the ro-oad
Yea
You can't post me on the gram baby
I know ya fam hate me
And ya damn crazy
What you been up to? i been touch bands lately
Oh ya rents due? spend that with the fam daily
Nah imma catch you la-ter
Runnin' up this bread like a ba-ker
Gimme 20 minutes imma slay-er
Messin' with me head you a trai-tor
I make to much money just to miss you
Said you wanted smoke what's the issue?
You keep tellin all ya friends ian even try to diss you
Hotbox in the Benz just wait till that pressure hit you
I ain't got a chance but my man hit
I done flipped a thousand grams on the gram bitch
Heart broke I been lookin for a bandage
How you talkin you done caused all of the damage?
Yea
Livin' to fast stare at the dash not the rear view
Amiri on my ass keep the cash in my clear view
Ion wanna listen but i'm sayin that I hear you
Always strings attached ion wanna be near you
Sixteen years old whippin' in a beamer
Hidden Hills ion post in Pasadena
Ain't no X5 only in a two seater
Backwoods and bands I swear it's the procedure
Nah ian sippin' on mosca-to
Turbo charged the whip dodgin' pot-holes
Countin' up this cash like the lot-to
Ian got a lil got a lot- hoe
I make to much money just to miss you
Said you wanted smoke what's the issue?
You keep tellin all ya friends ian even try to diss you
Hotbox in the Benz just wait till that pressure hit you
I ain't got a chance but my man hit
I done flipped a thousand grams on the gram bitch
Heart broke I been lookin for a bandage
How you talkin you done caused all of the da-a-a-amage

Written by:
Spencer Harwood

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