Lyrics Dom Kennedy

Dom Kennedy

No Matter What

Same back channel (oh)

Time to undress this sample

50 dancers on stage like hammer (whoa)

When I'm on stage show me tits

I did Barclays, naw for real

A couple write ups in the Source

Offer provided to a porche

We make a whole lotta noise

Leaving out the valley in my toy

And my locs are Tom Ford, and I speak that bonjour

Ménage à trois with a twist

Whip cream and tequila, ooh that's it

Always got me when I need you, ooh that's it

Independent but you still gotta get hit

I'm thinking over the fence, us in the 62 non comprence [?]

I let her brag about me to her friends

One day you might taste the perfect ten

I might flex for no reason

Do it for my ones that ain't breathn

And you can't hang with us, if you don't bank with us

Those bitches lame to us, those niggas lame to us

You try so hard to step, might spend a hunin this month

Pull up to the spot playn near [?]

Liquor already got em on they tip

Aces [?] at the door, they tryna get in

You ain't really with the shit, you tryna fit in

They say he crashed it up and got em a benz

I might curve my bottom chick, she too thin

But then again they usually freaks

I know a few that got that heat

Round here we play for keeps

Your paper looking incomplete

FF Ferrari, need that next

7 bedrooms with your favorite ex

I fuck with real niggas like Mike Epps

Derrick Fisher with one shot left

Tell yo - there ain't no spots left

Raising a 7 year old king in the process

I might flex for no reason

Do it for my ones that ain't breathn

And you can't hang with us, if you don't bank with us

Those bitches lame to us, those niggas lame to us

You try so hard to step, might spend a hunin this month

No matter what they tell you

No matter what they tell you

No matter what they tell you

No matter what

No matter what they tell you

No matter what they tell you

No matter what they tell you

No matter what