Dammit Man Remix Lyrics
[Pitbull]
Dammit man (Jim Jonsin)
D-D-Dammit man (Pitbull)
D-D-Dammit man
Dammit man (Jim Jonsin)
D-D-Dammit man (Pitbull)
D-D-Dammit man
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
(Dammit man!)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
(Dammit man!)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
(Dammit man!)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us
Y'all really can't fuck with us)
Pit's like mother nature
I really don't give a fuck
We can do it in the club
We can do it outside
We can do it right now, what
Look buddy, ease up
Please don't cross me like Jesus
I ain't got nothing to prove
As a matter fact I've already proved everybody wrong, yes sir
Only chico in the south, yes sir
That's putting it down, yes sir
That would be me P.I.T. yes sir
Its all supply and demand
Me, I supply the demand
I understand that y'all wanna be me cause I am the man
Mami threw me on my back
And I was like, I was like dammit man
Then she jumped on my mouth
And I was like, I was like duh-huh-huh-muhh
(One more 'gain)
Mami threw me on my back
And I was like, I was like dammit man
Then she jumped on my mouth
And I was like, I was like duh-huh-huh-muhh
Damn Demi, I wish you were here now
Rest in peace to that chico named Screw
Thanks for believing in me this one's for you
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
(Dammit man!)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
(Dammit man!)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
(Dammit man!)
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When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us
Y'all really can't fuck with us)
[Lil' Flip]
Yep, yep
When I pull up they like, dammit man
In that black Phantom, man
Cause they can't stand it, man
Chain 200 grand
Watch with matchin' band
I'm rockin' 3 clovas (Why?)
Cause I'm from clova land
I'm drinkin' Grey Goose
You drinkin' Redbull
I fuck with Zero
I fuck with Pitbull
28 we tip on
Candy paint we drip wet
I be in New York with Killa Cam and Dipset
I'm packin' two bangers, the other rapper ain't gangsta (why?)
You had to say my name and you still ain't famous (damn)
Clover G's don't take no shit, we'll bake them bitches to come up
Keep runnin' you lip my gun on my hip so don't run up
Creepin' on a come up
With million dollar shoe deals
Old cars with new wheels
Yellow rocks in blue steal
You know Lil' Flip got skills
You know Lil' Flip got mills
You can ask B.E.T how the fuck I live
They know I'm rich as fuck
So knuck if you buck
Cause down in Houston, Texas
We jam it screwed up
We riddin' 84's and we also poppin' trunks
[Pitbull]
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
(Dammit man!)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
(Dammit man!)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
(Dammit man!)
When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man!
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us)
Y'all can't fuck with us
(Y'all really can't fuck with us
Y'all really can't fuck with us)
