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Hella bank (3x)
[Verse 1]
Damn I need this money
I be hustling like I’m playing D
And I’ll mack your honey
Give her dick and she be paying me
Filthy Motherfuckin’ Jazz
A lover not a fighter
But my brother keep that cudder
He gon fuck around and fire
I set fire to the budda
I be blessed, elevated, high
Rapping cause I’m good at it and I could get my paper right
Skate, I skate, I skate a lot
Take your bop, invade her twat
Hit that shit so hard she thought a nigga dick was made of rock
My steez is so psychedelic, cyber epic, I’m a G
Focused in my chi
Sipping tea, laced with THC
Pimping bitches easily
Lift her up like DMT
Stick her, cream her, leave her and delete her number instantly
[Hook]
Fuck the fame, I need the cream
Fuck a chain, I need to bang
Fuck your bitch, I beat her brains
Call me Uncle $keeter mane
[Verse 2]
Damn I want this paper dog
Swear I be like vapor y’all
Off into the skies
I don’t need a bitch, I shake her off
Rap is underrated
I don’t fucking spit, I prophesize
We’re all made of energy
So live your life you’ll never die
Fell in love with codeine
If I OD, then you know the drug
I don’t fuck with police
If I get jammed up, I’m throwing slugs
Lost up in the system
You been dreaming by your tv screen
Money makes the world spin
Rich white niggas made it stink
Weed’s illegal, take a drink
I be on Mercedez sting
Crash into a Mack Truck
Mommy couldn’t say a thing
Oh shit
I’m living my legacy, smoking on heavenly, giving her ecstasy
Dick in her chest to see if it will pleasure me
Oh my god, I’m so young
[Hook]
Fuck the fame, I need the cream
Fuck a chain, I need to bang
Fuck your bitch, I beat her brains
Call me Uncle $keeter mane
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