"DAMNSON" lyrics

Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah

Damn, son, feel like I'm the man, son
Run up in your house take your bitches up for ransom (Uh-huh, ooh)
Damn, son, yeah, I'm brown and handsome
Yeah, your boy stay fresh to death, don't matter what the brand, son (Grr)
Damn, son, feel like I'm the man, son
Run up in your house take your bitches up for ransom (Ransom)
Damn, son, yeah, I'm brown and handsome
Yeah, your boy stay fresh to death, don't matter what the brand, son

This'll go one of two ways, you could be living or dead
When I be on that war path, I don't care how much blood shed
I don't care who I'm gon' blast, I don't care who I'm gon' spare
I'ma put gold in my bag, you can take silver or lead
Pablo
Makin' 'em sing like Les Misérables, wallow in sin like el diablo
Every time that I am awake, I'm cutting off heads like Sleepy Hollow
Getting some head while I'm in bed, only gon' stay if she gon' swallow
I'ma stay stacking up my bread 'til I'm blowing up like the Apollo
Everyone act like they okay, everyone know that they in sorrow
Everyone act composed today, everyone lose they minds tomorrow
So many act like they the first, most of them know that they just borrow
All of you stay out my way, battle and blunt smoke is the motto
Reckless with a routine, the combo, spent last week living like soprano
Week before, I'm incognito, week before that, ball out, Rondo
My dawgs ready to bang like bongos, spot my dawgs like they named Pongo
Coming out swinging, what are you thinking? Making 'em run it back like-

Damn, son, feel like I'm the man, son
Run up in your house take your bitches up for ransom (Ooh)
Damn, son, yeah, I'm brown and handsome
Yeah, your boy stay fresh to death, don't matter what the brand, son (Ooh, yeah)
Damn, son, feel like I'm the man, son
Run up in your house take your bitches up for ransom (Ooh)
Damn, son, yeah, I'm brown and handsome
Yeah, your boy stay fresh to death, don't matter what the brand, son (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)