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infused 420 - money twerk 3 lyrics
(mingo, haha)
(oh sh_t, is that filip?)
err
all our money go up (err, err)
b_tch, this a lamb’ truck (err, err)
y’all goin’ out sad as f_ck (err, yeah)
just for a couple of bucks (woah)
they can’t even do it like us
i got the cayenne sittin’ outside (woah)
whole lotta racks on us on this side (yeah, yeah)
i’m on a perc’, can’t open my eye (ooh, ooh)
i seen a lot of y’all end up fried (yeah, yeah)
i hit chanel with like five (five, five)
i left chanel with like nun’ (maybach, maybach)
i be so high i could die (woo)
i’m with the guys in the sky
why can’t you just tell the truth? (why? why?)
why is you always lyin’? (lyin’, lyin’)
yeah, b_tch, i don’t need no proof (why? why?)
it sound like a waste of time (yeah, yeah)
yeah, pull up in a rolls royce truck (ooh), yeah, swerve (ooh)
yeah, none of us give no f_cks (ooh), you on my nerve (ooh)
reach for my chain, then somebody gon’ die
call up my twizzy, that boy gon’ slide
fly with the guys when i’m off the perc’
they ask, “where he live?” he live on a shirt
sip on that tose’, i sip on that dirt
a couple of bands, that b_tch is gon’ twerk
finna pull out that uzi, lil’ vert (vert)
hit that b_tch right where it hurt (it hurt)
finna spend me a band on a perc’ (f_ck it)
f_ck that b_tch then she want percs (f_ck her)
f_ck it, go buy me a house (a house)
finna f_ck her friends, then kick em’ out (get ’em gone)
f_ck it, then fly to the south
finna f_ck on my old b_tch now
i made it, i don’t know how
still shippin’ packs all around
(oh sh_t, is that filip?)
all our money go up (err, err)
b_tch, this a lamb’ truck (err, err)
y’all goin’ out sad as f_ck (err, yeah)
just for a couple of bucks (woah)
they can’t even do it like us
i got the cayenne sittin’ outside (woah)
whole lotta racks on us on this side (yeah, yeah)
i’m on a perc’, can’t open my eye (ooh, ooh)
i seen a lot of y’all end up fried (yeah, yeah)
i hit chanel with like five (five, five)
i left chanel with like nun’ (maybach, maybach)
i be so high i could die (woo)
i’m with the guys in the sky
why can’t you just tell the truth? (why? why?)
why is you always lyin’? (lyin’, lyin’)
yeah, b_tch, i don’t need no proof (why? why?)
it sound like a waste of time (yeah, yeah)
yeah, pull up in a rolls royce truck (ooh), yeah, swerve (ooh)
yeah, none of us give no f_cks (ooh), you on my nerve (ooh)
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