Mike WiLL Made It - That Got Damn (ft. Swae Lee, Jace & Andrea)

Mike WiLL Made It - That Got Damn (ft. Swae Lee, Jace & Andrea)

That Got Damn Lyrics

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]

In the spaceman coupe when a nigga ridin' 'round, flyin' saucer

4 hoes on my dick cause a nigga look like Big Poppa

Got the ice on my neck and a bitch look like Ghost Rider

She five minutes in, hit the dick, now a bitch dumbfounded

Young nigga hit the block and came back with the fat pockets

Got a bad ass bitch and she eat a dick like a gobstopper

Hundred K on the neck and a nigga feel like Big Poppa

Stepped out of the whip and a nigga looked like Big Poppa

These fuck ass niggas run around and they dick hoppin'

I'm the same young nigga back then, I ain't ever clique hoppin'

Got a bad ass bitch on my dick and she wanna see my wallet

Keep your eyes to yourself, young bitch you don't need to see my pocket

Ice all over my neck and my bitch look like Ghost Rider

Hit the club, smoke some weed, hit the lean, now a nigga on fire

Young nigga came through a nigga never could've came harder

Five chains on the neck, goddamn feel like a fuckin' Spartan

Got the shield and the sword, now a nigga feel like he a Spartan

Three hundred on his neck, goddam nigga feel like moonwalkin'

Pull up, Stingray, goddamn, look like a flyin' saucer

Bad bitch on the dick and she eat a dick just like sausage

[Verse 2: Jace]

All in the coupe and I'm all in some Coogi

Goddam I'm feelin' like Biggie

Bitch in my booth and we might make a movie

Goddamn I feel like Swizzy

B's in here and I feel like Bizzy, C's in here and I feel like 50

Ceej in red, LightSkinMac in blue

Got a whole bunch of G's with me

Bustin' a 'rillo, I'm rollin' a 'rillo

I'm sorry it took me so long, it was sticky

Killin' these niggas ain't nothing much really

All of the niggas that's real, they gon' feel me

Got a bitch on ice, somethin' like D'usse

Magic City Monday money, I'ma throw it all on a Tuesday

Put dope on a nigga, smoke on it

Dope dun-ta-duns, 400, still blunted, who want it?

You could never have a mil', nah I'm 'bout to be worth a mil'

Pop a few pills and I'm still on 'em

Nigga I'm a real monster

Real mobsters watch us cause we bossed up

Throwin' shots up 'til the nigga unconscious

Better keep your girl locked up 'fore she end up knocked up, nigga

[Verse 3: Andrea]

I don't know your bitch but the bitch know me

Know these niggas out to get me so I stay lowkey

If I want it I can get it, never paid no fee

But I'd be damned if a nigga ever tried to play me

Cause I'm on top, got it on lock

Tryna beat me, ye ain't even got a close shot

Won't stop, get the job done then I roll up

If I ain't the best then I'm creepin' in the 4 top

Tell these bitches I'ma kill 'em every chance I get

Gotta make it all back from all the cash I spent

Pull up in all black with the windows tint

And I only want the money if the cash came bent

Fuck you sayin'? I'm why they waitin'

Those your best friends, bitch why you fakin'?

Got a new nigga but kids got taken

Boss shoes, new bag but house still vacant

Goddamn, I don't understand

Dusty ass bitches better learn who I am

Sittin' in my throne, higher than the Grand Can'

Bitch talkin' slick, tell her get to steppin' like Pam

I could give a fuck about you, what your crew done done

If you want it, you can get it, nigga your option

You lil' niggas all talk, you ain't 'bout nothin'

Set it off in the lot and watch you run, run, nigga

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