JPEGMAFIA - DAM! DAM! DAM! Lyrics

Some of you niggas isn't like that
So I can't, I can't really say nothin' to you
You know, I just gotta sum you up
You the sum up type
Round you niggas up to one little thing
You know, gotta address it, you know what I'm sayin'
Put you in a bucket, dump the fuckin' fire
Damn

Damn, damn
I feel like the new black Hen' Rollins
Niggas studyin' my footwork, I'm James Harden
Bitch, who you wit'? (Who you wit'?)
Where you goin'? (Huh, come here)
I thought I told your ass already I ain't from here (facts)
And, yeah, we gotta drive to Lolla and you know why
I gotta go and hurry through New Jersey, can't pump there (no)
Babe (babe), I'm such a negative bitch (why?)
My friends turned on me, then I turned rich (psh)
Sodom, Gomorrah, I turned back, they still talkin' shit (damn)
Hold my hand (yeah), all my ex-ex-fans (that's right)
I promise (yeah), I swear the baby need somebody and a new header (uh-huh)
I did- like, "Of course I could do better" (what else? Uh)

Gotta take more shots, get a good lead
Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleeds
'Til I succeed, work like Lil Steve
Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that motherfuckin' ship leaves (yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what?

Your bitch is just fuckin' whoever (yeah)
I fuck her, she's yours, she let 'em (okay)
Damn, is this the price of havin' fans?
Babe, I'm so precise, I'm always playin' (ayy, what the fuck?)
And Afro Thunder with these hands, uh (yeah)
On your head, gon' be some, uh (sheesh)
On my head must be some bands (yeah)
Gucci Mane, I think I love her (yeah)
Danny Swain, I think I love her (yeah)
Big nose and the- (ah)
Feel like Andre Iguodala (facts)
The money put me in a trance (what? Yeah)
The label got me nudgin' stems (wait)
I need way more than that for an advance (oh, yeah)
Play with my money, shit won't go as planned (for sure, sure)

Gotta take more shots, get a good lead (for sure)
Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleeds
'Til I succeed, work like Lil Steve
Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that muhfuckin' ship leaves
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what?

Who's is it? Man, fuck that shit
I just gotta let you know
That I prolly shouldn't be talkin' like this, but
It's fine