Name: GOD DAMN - DIMO by U.G.L.M
Duration: 2 min 30 s
Description: Reggae type party club vibe type of song catchy hook and good substance! something people can dance too!!!

This a dope Track all the way around!! frfr Much Love

Smooth jazz and r&B and raggae all in 1 rythem mr414ceo.wixsite.com/home

heard you on @_officialbonni3_ IG this song is a hit

"You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-owl on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 97" -- JAY-Z

CALI

Reggae type party club vibe type of song catchy hook and good substance! something people can dance too!!!

GOD DAMN - DIMO

Deady Conscience (Freestyle)

Bad Luck

DeadyTime Tic Toc (Feat. Og Metri & Geezo Deady)

Depend On You

Only way is up from here dawgx2

Imma hold it down even though im broke
Buy the half for the squad to roll
Rock all black nothin like the pope
Want her mind soul n her theory
Count it up til I cant count no more
Knocking at my door who the fuck is that
Package here now it's time to work
One a new boy but I don't do the jerk
I'm from NYC
Chop it up with Diddy
Trynna get rich like fifty
Biggas beefing but that's how it is
I'm Sipping Ciroc she taking shots of effen
Before we start effen
It's a major blessing
N I ain't talking Khalid
When I got the keys
Keep the sarand wrap
Yah bitch on hert knees
Quap in the account
Paper tol n weed
Everyday the same routineb
It's PGB hustin
We Dipping out in foreign
I don't pull up I take ovgff
fuck with her I pay for it
Only day one niggas round me
In The gutter wher they found me
Now it's clear man
been haters with my ray bans
I like em exotic my bitch don't need a spray tan
Nino brown shit
She bag the work up with no shirt on
Don't leave yah girl around me I send her back without her skirt on
That's groupie love is real
She keep it wet so I can surf on
I know my swag duck em
Fore I even get to touch em
Take a pull then I elevate
Hoping that the ashes don't fall in my plate
In my glass pour the champagne
I Stay On yah butch brain
Me n u will never b the Same
I run Shit like a campaign
N I do t fuxk with people who ain't on my level
Buy it right the first time don't need to change the bezel
When the wheels fall off nigga u better pedal
Now all the people that owe me we on our way to come get it
like when I'm runnin red lights
Grabbing dick I know that she with it
Round table full of real hustlers
U know the sky is the limit
Not even 50 can stop us
By any means get them digits
Stack it tall like two midgets
Before the other pack finish

(Chorus)
N imma hold it down even though I'm broke
But the half for the squad to roll
Rock all black nothing like the pope
Want her mind soul and her throat
Count it up til I can count no more

(Verse 2)
Knocking at my door who the fuck is that
room service
Yah gotta come back
Planes just took off n we bout to light the backs
My back against the wall her head is lap
put the wet towel by the door n we can Mac
No smokin sign idc just crack the window
Don't need yah prosduct don't worry the plug fuck with me
Yah botch is getting bucks with me
Praying for life of luxury
I ain't har meal ticket
But we gone kick it n start sipping she
Go missing for week
Get yah quap up
Imma throw the block up
The last of a dying breed
That's y they can't stop us
Like harden with rockets
Get high watching shottas
Move snow like a shovel
Anything for the profits
Now it's clear man
Been blocking haters with my ray bans
I Kem exotic my bitch don't need a spray
Lil Wayne shit
That hustler music
Good vibes only
None of these niggas with it imma er it by my lonely
It be the niggas next to u that b the most phony
n how u a real nigga my nigga if u still owe me
Cameras flashing like Kodak
Keep a lighter n gold pack
We burn strong n u know that
Get a sac move it like bo jack
Fuck it up I get it right back
They ain't know that u was like that
Don't send a text I ain't gone write back
Im in the yard

(Chorus)
N imma hold it down even though I'm broke
But the half for the squad to roll
Rock all black nothing like the pope
Want her mind soul and her throat
Count it up til I can count no more

Hol' It Down

STRAIGHT OTTA BRONX!! UP AND COMING MUSICIAN GIVING A NEW SOUND TO THE STREETS. INQUIRES @Devantahobson@yahoo.com

GOD DAMN - DIMO

U.G.L.M

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