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kyyngg - money fein كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
all this pain got me going against myself
i don’t do this for you n-gg-s, b-tch, i do it for the wealth
why would i trust you n-gg-s? sh-t, i barely trust the ceilin’
rather f-ck on your hoe and put that b-tch all in her feelin’s, yeah
spinning and sipping, we be smelling the piff
pull up, hop out, and left his brains on the curb
bet he gon’ understand, make you run on your pad
for all that stunting that you doing, gon’ make a n-gg- mad

[verse 1]
i’m money fiending every day
it was me and prynce in these streets, tryna find our way
the closer that i get, the more these n-gg-s turning fake
it ain’t no pressure with that extra, keep my weapon
i’m on this p-ssy like my nickname dr. jekyll
i put the [?] b-tch made her put on my schedule
i couldn’t save it, k!lled that p-ssy like a devil
but we can lay up, you gotta pay me for that
b-tch, i ain’t stupid, thinks i’ll lose it, i’ma up this toolie
shoot you like a movie, all my lil n-gg-s young and they ruthless
dipping in the mazi, now they running and ducking the shooters
ain’t no more talking, b-tch, you domeless, end of confusion

[verse 2]
i can’t be f-cking with you n-gg-s, y’all ain’t feeling my pain
i’m fresh out them slums, don’t make me shoot off your brain, yeah
i do this sh-t for new orleans, i’m tryna f-ck on yo’ lil bitty b-tch
put the d-ck all in her organs, then p-ss that lil b-tch to my bro
oh, [?] coach
yeah, can’t check my temp, b-tch, i’m hotter than stoves
oh, make your lil b-tch go wherever i go
yeah, make that hoe dope me up
in the coupe with no roof
i can’t f-ck with you broke n-gg-s, you think that leachin’ sh-t cool?
i’m a motherf-cking giant, like, “who is these little dudes?”
we gon’ pull up, wipe that sh-t out then get right back to the move

- kyyngg

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