Black Coal - Damn, I'm the Motherfucking Nigga

Damn, I'm the Motherfucking Nigga by Black Coal Song lyrics | Music video

Well, I got bars for days
And I work hard and play
And I do what I say
All I think about is pay, you can see it in my face
And I'm all over the States, can't tell which one I live in or stay
But Virginia is the hideaway and I'm rocking, Penny Hardaway
I'm a clean looking motherfucker
With my team balling like the rocker
And she 19, that mean I'mma fuck her
2014 gonna be a hot summer
Nigga, I be balling
Marty bought new wallets, tickets looking flawless
South bar, south, she gonna pop it for an artist
South bar, south, she gonna pop it for an artist

DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA
DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA
DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA
DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA

Look, we are not one and the same
So why the fuck you playing
Like who ain't the hottest nigga out
What the fuck you saying
You wasn't with us to begin with
Why the fuck you faking, huh
HG flow, I got bars for days
Got one garage, but it's cars for days
Head after this, you with the stars for days
The way y'all niggas eating y'all been starved for days
But nigga, I got bars for weeks
But let me stay on topic
See, I'm in a new place, don't see us, better check your optics
I'm gone, probably somewhere tropic
And it ain't no stopping
‘Cause nigga, I be balling
Got her on the molly, tryna fuck me in the stalls and
All because a nigga money flowing like a faucet
Suit and tie nigga ‘cause it's some boss shit

DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA
DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA
DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA
DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA

What's up with your daughter
Ocean drop west, she get acquainted with water
Guess where we met up in Miami and we call it
Taking off her bra, then I guess it was due honest
He say, she say, we say applaud it
Clap it while I call it, it's a Juicy J scholar
Black COAL balling, different kind of wallets
I'm out here with the money team, no difference when we started
Spanish speak, she Cubana, you know me, I be papi
We up in little Havana, you can see what we copping
Because the stores, they ain't got ‘em
And fuck your basic puts, whoever got ‘em we rob ‘em
That's cut throat nuts, you can cut, hoe
Bitches in the top door, waiting for the upload
All of them want smartphone, not gonna trust hoes
That's for the Benedict, she go with a rug, oh

DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA
DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA
DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA
DAMN, I'M THAT MOTHERFUCKING NIGGA


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