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50 BOYZ

 

50 BOYZ

(album: FUCK YO SUMMER - 2022)


Ayy, getting high, chilling, counting up millions
High as the ceiling, Glock ten milli'
Fifty-carat chain, I don't think niggas feel me
Bitch, let me ah-ah-ah 'til I'm finished (Ah-ah)
I don't think I've been this high in a minute
Stand in that pussy like I'm standing on business
Ten chains on, but I don't play tennis
Twenty racks next time I go to the dentist

I got money, I'ma spend it
I got dog food, I'm gon' blend it
I need head if we gon' kick it
Broke bitches make me suspicious
It's FN's and Drac's when we on missions
Broad day, my niggas spin it
Why these Perkies got me itchin'?
All these clips I got extended (All these clips I got extended)

Ayy, I wrap gifts up like it's Christmas
Two hoes got me double-dipping (Mwah)
I got money, I got bitches (Racks)
I'm off drank, so I'm gon' spend them
My bitch bold, grant all her wishes
Who my plug? That's not your business
It was so cold I woke up and bought a Moncler
Went and got my bitch some new hair
Dior runners, every pair
It's one of one she wear
I spit all in her mouth, she don't care
I got so many hundreds, you can't even count these bitches
I fuck once, I don't wife these bitches (Uh-uh)
Shoes on my feet, can't pronounce these bitches (I can't)
Yeah, fifty-carat chain, I'm in the fifty boys
A hundred sixty racks, go and get a toy
Fuck a bitch in Chicago, Illinois
Head back to the bridge, be in that order
Had a threesome with some hoes on a camcorder
I done nutted, seen it all in the bathwater
Got a whole bunch of hoes on backorder
Got 'em all everywhere, I'm a rack hoarder

Getting high, chilling, counting up millions
High as the ceiling, Glock ten milli'
Fifty-carat chain, I don't think niggas feel me
Bitch, let me ah-ah-ah 'til I'm finished (Ah-ah-ah)
I don't think I've been this high in a minute
Stand in that pussy like I'm standing on business
Ten chains on, but I don't play tennis
Twenty racks next time I go to the dentist

I got money, I'ma spend it
I got dog food, I'm gon' blend it
I need head if we gon' kick it
Broke bitches make me suspicious
It's FN's and Drac's when we on missions
Broad day, my niggas spin it
Why these Perkies got me itchin'?
All these clips I got extended

Why these Perkies got me itchin'?
All these clips I got extended
It's FN's and Drac's when we on missions
Broad day, my niggas spin it

done

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