FL Lotto - GotDamn lyrics

[Hook #1: Alex Davis] I said my head's like the apartment off new girl But way cooler What I guess I'm trying to say is Sometimes there's multiple voices in my medula Yo' b**h came to the kick-back.. we was cooling.. Missed her mouth, hit her eye, now she looks like Rick the Ruler GotDamn! GotDamn! GotDamn! (how this n***a so clean? seems like he don't try Soon as I walk in they say gotdaaaamn!) GotDamn, got damn GotDamn [Verse 1: FL Lotto] I got a vice grip on my vices Got the honey in the blunt Money on her tummy got my pockets lookin bummy 6'5, got bunnies, don't jump I just hit her from the back, I ain't even gon' front Movie star looks i don't really gotta stunt I'm just really bout my cash Add it up make it flip, no reciprocal Bet the boot will hit you where a fruit would f**ing tickle you b**hes wanna get it and their b**hes wanna get it to Money stuck to my pockets like my nails stick to residue b**h I said it too, I'm going up on a Tuesday Car go zoom like a picture with a new frame that's bigger now Better simmer down when you get around a real n***a If I f** around and pull the tommy out then he'll figure (Hilfiger) That I'm running these tracks like a field n***a For real n***a [Hook #2: FL Lotto] I see my head as an eraser b**h I'm cursing like a sailor - or Anubis Half a bottle, no chaser, b**h I do this Girl this sh** ain't Cinderella, but if that f**ing shoe fits Imma pipe you down and make you need some new ribs GotDamn! GotDamn! GotDamn! (how this n***a so clean? seems like he don't try Soon as I walk in they say "gotdaaaamn!") GotDamn, got damn GotDamn [Verse 2: Alex Davis] Catch me bumpin based god Sing on b**hes with the "figaro!" Peaches in her jeans I stick and eat like it was sushi roll Please don't play with me I need the green just like Luigi's shorts Smoke purp like pants of piccolo Freaky like ouigi board Balling like I'm ichiro Homers out my speaker (doh!) Creeping through my streets real low With reefer in my vehicle [Bridge] *GotDamn montage* [Hook #3: Alex Davis] I said my head Often be tipping all up, caught in the repetition Battles itself like congress, probably still more efficient p**y you got a problem, then start a f**ing petition And say you mad that I'm winning, you're tender as toilet tissue And I'm through with the fu-Gacy like Wayne Paul Pierce: I'm the truth Off white lil queen doing things in the coupe Been the mane, same name Same gang, gain pace every day lil boy GotDamn! GotDamn! GotDamn! (how this n***a so clean? seems like he don't try Soon as I walk in they say "gotdaaaamn!") GotDamn, got damn GotDamn