Vaughan Stacey - Dama Lyrics

Toking on the dama got me looking Chinese
She blow out my brain, i be feeling kamikaze
Got three six playing all day in the truck
We dont give a f*ck, middle finger for the average chump
With the mad flava in your ear
Must be saying what she needs to hear
Tune her strings perfect, im a puppeteer
So steer clear as i light my bowl
Bad bitch stampede when i stride my stroll
Party with the demons, never sold the soul
Take the choppa on a walk for population control
Got more racks than de la soul
My minds from the future, lemme slow my role
Hit em with the purple swag ooh
The gucci flip flops match the bag too
No this just aint another humble brag boo
Designer for the class and the casual