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FK Dame - Psyche Lyrics



FK Dame - Psyche Lyrics




Yeah I'm that nigga, (yeahhh)
My niggas count cheque like how you figure?
Aint nobody sicker, rap like I'm Bigga
Biggie biggie poppa wearing all the f*cking prada (baby)

My bitches wear nada aint shit gon change (ah hah)
Watch me switch lanes on a bitch no fame (aye)
Pull up to these hoes they be snorting cocaine (aye)
Pull up to my woes keep it straight all day (keep it, keep it straight)

Niggas so petty, bops like betty
I can make it rain eyes closed like fetty (bling)
She hold the dick steady, photo opp like getty (splash)
The bitch gimme top for the guap no penny (aye aye)

Back up on my shit dawg back with the hits
She got a nice ass baby got no tits (no tits)
On the angel dust lil mama got the chris
If i dont get the cheque then I cant talk slick (hush, hush)

Said its good for my psyche, (psyche)
Left wrist right wrist on breitling (breitling)
Who the f*ck you niggas hyping? (Uh)
Im good in the hood diamonds biting (grr)

Said its good for my psyche (bling)
Left wrist right wrist on breitling (splash)
Who the f*ck you niggas hyping? (huh?)
Im good in the hood diamonds biting

And im gone, need a thick lil bitch to carry on (carry on, carry on)
And im gone, need a freak lil bitch to carry on (carry on nigga)
And im gone, need a bad ass bitch to carry on (carry on, right quick)
And im gone, need a fine ass bitch to carry on (carry on nigga)

Yeah im the boss
Bigger f*cking boss than your boy rick ross (huh)
Dont know what it cost but i dont wear lacoste
Coming on her lips lil bitch no floss (splat)

F*ck what you heard of, shout out young murda
My niggas wear hoodies and they shoot with the burka (b b b b b)
Ten toes down, bitch I hold it down
For the set for my moms and the motherf*cking pound

I dont give a f*ck if a nigga gon test me
First place i deserve me and espy
Stepping out the whip in the brand new guiseppe (step)
I be where the hoes and the flows and the cheques be (i be where the hoes and the)

You cannot check me, 5 gon arrest me
Money in both hands look like a lefty (switch it up)
I cannot f*ck with you you do not impress me
My bitch is a 10 and my bitch is my bestie (bling, bling)
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Yeah I'm that nigga, (yeahhh)
My niggas count cheque like how you figure?
Aint nobody sicker, rap like I'm Bigga
Biggie biggie poppa wearing all the f*cking prada (baby)

My bitches wear nada aint shit gon change (ah hah)
Watch me switch lanes on a bitch no fame (aye)
Pull up to these hoes they be snorting cocaine (aye)
Pull up to my woes keep it straight all day (keep it, keep it straight)

Niggas so petty, bops like betty
I can make it rain eyes closed like fetty (bling)
She hold the dick steady, photo opp like getty (splash)
The bitch gimme top for the guap no penny (aye aye)

Back up on my shit dawg back with the hits
She got a nice ass baby got no tits (no tits)
On the angel dust lil mama got the chris
If i dont get the cheque then I cant talk slick (hush, hush)

Said its good for my psyche, (psyche)
Left wrist right wrist on breitling (breitling)
Who the f*ck you niggas hyping? (Uh)
Im good in the hood diamonds biting (grr)

Said its good for my psyche (bling)
Left wrist right wrist on breitling (splash)
Who the f*ck you niggas hyping? (huh?)
Im good in the hood diamonds biting

And im gone, need a thick lil bitch to carry on (carry on, carry on)
And im gone, need a freak lil bitch to carry on (carry on nigga)
And im gone, need a bad ass bitch to carry on (carry on, right quick)
And im gone, need a fine ass bitch to carry on (carry on nigga)

Yeah im the boss
Bigger f*cking boss than your boy rick ross (huh)
Dont know what it cost but i dont wear lacoste
Coming on her lips lil bitch no floss (splat)

F*ck what you heard of, shout out young murda
My niggas wear hoodies and they shoot with the burka (b b b b b)
Ten toes down, bitch I hold it down
For the set for my moms and the motherf*cking pound

I dont give a f*ck if a nigga gon test me
First place i deserve me and espy
Stepping out the whip in the brand new guiseppe (step)
I be where the hoes and the flows and the cheques be (i be where the hoes and the)

You cannot check me, 5 gon arrest me
Money in both hands look like a lefty (switch it up)
I cannot f*ck with you you do not impress me
My bitch is a 10 and my bitch is my bestie (bling, bling)
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Writer: Damon Kapuscinsky
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