Dame - Leggo My Ego lyrics

rate me

Hey yo, paparazzi’s a foe, tell paparazzi to go

Beneficial, make a picture that’s infiltrating the soul

What makes a nigga a nigga, what makes a woman a hoe

We didn’t witness Adam and Eve, I’m guessing we’ll never know

Oh, I’m guessing we’ll never know

I got pussy waking me up, I ain’t drinking no Papa Joe

They rocking Rollos living like YOLO

They get the picture that I’m tired of the photos

I’m never solo, always with my bro bros

And bitches staying in the pocket like…

And diamonds around the neck like chokeholds

What you think I rap for?

To push a fucking Volvo?

Hold up, nigga, that's a Kanye line

I can't lie, my nigga, I need Kanye shine

I’m getting calls, my nigga, that my mind may find

Need to fasten the money process like it’s rhyme and dime

I’m getting texts from my last lover

Expecting to get bread like the last supper

If that’s the case give me head like the last summer

And Selene is the grand that the bag under

And she got them heels on every night, word

And she got that dress on, very tight, word

She just want some dick and some Barry White, word

And she claim the pussy cherry tight, word

Sitting across the table from Emuliano

I’m tryna close these deals like…

Money magic turn Polo into Ferragamo

I’mma stay and duck, nigga, like…

It goes I see London, baby, I see France

When I get the chance, can I get up in the pants?

We can skip the dinner plans, I wanna tie you up

Like Jamaicans in a van, baby, give me above your hand

Is that really asking for much?

Look, I don’t really smoke but baby, pass me a blunt