Playboi Carti feat. Johnny Cinco – Damn Shame (Music Audio)

Playboi Carti feat. Johnny Cinco performing Damn Shame (Music Audio 2016) 

Versuri (lyrics)  Damn Shame 

I’m in this hoe wἰth cinco countin’ c notes… 

This feelin’ like a story that been wrote before 
Pourin’ up fours countin’ c notes 
I’m in this hoe with cinco countin’ c notes 
I’m feelin’ like this been wrote before 

Forgiatos on my coupe spin 
Everything steel, everything steel 
Yeah, and i’m down for real 
Got some bi*ches ’round me, baby girl they down for real 
Got some ni*gas ’round me, baby girl they down to kill 
All these bi*ches ’round me tryna fu*k, thats fu*kin’ real 
Oh, oh and i keep it real 
2900 Flat ni*gas keep it real 
Rockin’ robin, trues for real robin, trues for real 
All my ni*gas out here steal, all my ni*gas peel 
Bitches callin’ up my phone sayin’ i’ma fake ni*ga 
I just got some cake ni*ga, with cake mix 
In l.a. On vacay ni*ga 
Balenciaga, i don’t fake ni*ga 
Goyard on my waist, no cake mix 
Shoot him in his face ni*ga 

All these ni*gas change when the money came
Promised i wouldn’t change when the money came
All these bi*ches wanna hang when the money came
A fu*k ni*ga came around when the money came
In that brand new maserati steady switchin’ lanes
And that tech comin’ 200 that all on my chain
Came a long way from the trap, the money ain’t the same

Oh, oh, oh.. I ain’t ever change
Hunnid thousand on a ni*gas chain
With the same bad bi*ches said that she ain’t changed
Real ni*ga i’m with carti, and my la famil’
And that benz on me 200, i ain’t hard to feel
They front row at every show ni*ga you don’t know how that feel
Drive a foreign, drop a four, ni*ga you gon’ see how it sip
Real trap ni*ga, pocket full of dubs
Young real ni*ga made myself a plug
Flexin’ on ’em bi*ch and flexin’ on ’em ni*ga
Hundreds on these bi*ches, hundreds on these ni*gas
Fu*kin’ up a set, fu*kin’ up a set
Right back to the trap, right back to the trap
Foreign with the hunda’s might make me relax
Fu*k around with ’em hundreds, bad bi*ch in the back
Froze, froze, all these diamonds froze
Yeah they all froze, i might go rogue
I did it for my hoe, all my hoes froze
Fu*k her friend slow
All my hoes wit’ it, all my hoes fitted
Lenses gold tinted (carti)
Thats that i can’t hang, thats that i got change
Went and bought another chain

All these ni*gas change when the money came
Promised i wouldn’t change when the money came
All these bi*ches wanna hang when the money came
A fu*k ni*ga came around when the money came
In that brand new maserati steady switchin’ lanes
And that tech comin’ 200 that all on my chain
Came a long way from the trap, the money aἰn’t the same…