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Didn't I (feat. Dante Dope) Video (MV)




Performed By: Studio Sound
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Anthony Peperone, Dante Meyer




Studio Sound - Didn't I (feat. Dante Dope) Lyrics
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Whoo
One time for your god damn mind
One time, one time for your goddamn mind
I got exotic flows from these hoes
No one knows, when I see them at my shows
When I'm at my concert, my seats in the front row
You can call me a pro, the way I sweep it like a crow
I'm walkin' down the street, twenty beers deep
Ain't got no sleep, makin' music ain't cheap
I'm puffin' on these fumes, gettin' higher than the moon
Grab me a ladder, I'm the highest in the room
If I keep this path, I'ma end up in a tomb, yeah
I'ma end up in a f*ckin' tombstone
F*ckin' with me, you're gonna get your head blown
Well, maybe not exactly
Lastly, I feel like I've been askin
Lackin', backcrackin', chiropractic tactic
Escapin' the drastic, fatic' of girls and plastic
What the f*ck just happened
Didn't I I'm a shy guy, while I cry
Oh, I'ma pry, it's a few names of your fellow guys
Skies, lies, so many guys
Hey, all the ladies say I'm pretty wise
Yeah, I'ma rise to get my fries
Maybe even win a Pulitzer Prize
Not if I keep drinkin' shitty stuff
That stuff' will be weak, not tough
Hey, let me take a puff with the special stuff
I'ma take it rough
I'ma say a bluff, then a huff, then a tough
Then a ruff, then a puff
I'ma say my stuff
I'm slim, I'm him, nobody is named Jim
Learn how to swim, I'ma oil your boy up
And eat him like a Slim Jim
Here we go again
Two times
I fasten my seatbelt and I felt my wealth melt
But I know that she held my hand
The only thing I do is get money in bands
Aight, wait, look
All my friends call me pretty smart
I open up her legs and go straight for her heart
My favorite Mac Miller song is my favorite part
I hop in my car, push a brake, and press start
You can call me Kim
The way I flow, it's pretty grim
I was outside, cleanin' my car rims
I look for the Olympic girls that like to swim
Things are lookin' pretty dim for a guy named Jim
Ay, ay
Jim is a bitch
He like suckin' dick
Yeah, bitch
Ay, we're usin' y'all
For all your f*ckin' money
The viewership is crazy
Money
Give me y'all's money
We real rich
We don't even rap about being rich
But that's crazy cause we extremely rich
We extremely rich
We're makin' out the gated community rich
We makin' out the gated community with this one
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Whoo
One time for your god damn mind
One time, one time for your goddamn mind
I got exotic flows from these hoes
No one knows, when I see them at my shows
When I'm at my concert, my seats in the front row
You can call me a pro, the way I sweep it like a crow
I'm walkin' down the street, twenty beers deep
Ain't got no sleep, makin' music ain't cheap
I'm puffin' on these fumes, gettin' higher than the moon
Grab me a ladder, I'm the highest in the room
If I keep this path, I'ma end up in a tomb, yeah
I'ma end up in a f*ckin' tombstone
F*ckin' with me, you're gonna get your head blown
Well, maybe not exactly
Lastly, I feel like I've been askin
Lackin', backcrackin', chiropractic tactic
Escapin' the drastic, fatic' of girls and plastic
What the f*ck just happened
Didn't I I'm a shy guy, while I cry
Oh, I'ma pry, it's a few names of your fellow guys
Skies, lies, so many guys
Hey, all the ladies say I'm pretty wise
Yeah, I'ma rise to get my fries
Maybe even win a Pulitzer Prize
Not if I keep drinkin' shitty stuff
That stuff' will be weak, not tough
Hey, let me take a puff with the special stuff
I'ma take it rough
I'ma say a bluff, then a huff, then a tough
Then a ruff, then a puff
I'ma say my stuff
I'm slim, I'm him, nobody is named Jim
Learn how to swim, I'ma oil your boy up
And eat him like a Slim Jim
Here we go again
Two times
I fasten my seatbelt and I felt my wealth melt
But I know that she held my hand
The only thing I do is get money in bands
Aight, wait, look
All my friends call me pretty smart
I open up her legs and go straight for her heart
My favorite Mac Miller song is my favorite part
I hop in my car, push a brake, and press start
You can call me Kim
The way I flow, it's pretty grim
I was outside, cleanin' my car rims
I look for the Olympic girls that like to swim
Things are lookin' pretty dim for a guy named Jim
Ay, ay
Jim is a bitch
He like suckin' dick
Yeah, bitch
Ay, we're usin' y'all
For all your f*ckin' money
The viewership is crazy
Money
Give me y'all's money
We real rich
We don't even rap about being rich
But that's crazy cause we extremely rich
We extremely rich
We're makin' out the gated community rich
We makin' out the gated community with this one
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Writer: Anthony Peperone, Dante Meyer
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