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Money Man

Bday Cake

 

Bday Cake

(альбом: 6 Hours 2 - 2018)


Walk in the bitch with a bag of some birthday cake
Who finna buy it
You not with the shits, shut your mouth and be quiet
Nigga tried kick my door, I'ma shoot through that shit
Whipping the vert on some Uzi shit
FN it came with an extra clip
Quit all that extra shit
Niggas is pussy, I smell the estrogen
Burning these skittles, I'm tasting the rainbows

This shit just harvested it's bout a day old
93 octane inside of a jar
Diamondback AR dismantle your car
FN Five-Seven disfigure your face
Smoking grade A cause I'm loving the taste
Big yellow foreign and let my bitch whip it
Power to CPN made me a 50
Go down to Memphis and smoke with a Grizzley
Dripping Balmains I ain't' rocking no Dickies
Sale a Bag out a vette like a singer with a [?]
She soaking and wet
Fendi flip flops when I step on a jet
Hold a lil nigga in the air by his neck
Gotta check like a [?]
50 Exotic sent USPS
Man up lil nigga get punched in the chest
Switch up my apartment I burned the address
12 kicked the door and that shit was intense
Gorrila glue seep through the house in the vents
Go to the grow fill that shit up to the tent
Freestyle shit I don't need me a pen
Shout out my nigga [?] in the pen
King of the jungle I hang in the den
She kinda salty cause I fucked her friend
Walked in the bitch with a bag of Biscotti like who tryna purchase
Get shot in the face if you making me nervous
Then go to trial I'm beating a murder
If that bitch ain't dead then I'm probably gonna curve her
Burning on pressure the truth never heard of
These Christian Loub' clean but my money is dirty
Don't call my phone less you buying like 30
Wrong address I be closing the curtains
Lil mama say that she feeling my turban
When I hit the road I be riding in Bourbons

Walk in the bitch with a bag of some birthday cake
Who finna buy it
You not with the shits, shut your mouth and be quiet
Nigga tried kick my door, I'ma shoot through that shit
Whipping the vert on some Uzi shit
FN it came with an extra clip
Quit all that extra shit
Niggas is pussy, I smell the estrogen
Burning these skittles, I'm tasting the rainbows

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