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not sure I'm from heaven
but I'll still make it
I got real commas
but they still gone pay me
big buckets, I'm MJ
these bullets sending strays
off my phone I'm MIA
but she at my place tomorrow
might've been broke today
but we getting rich tomorrow
how that bitch done did me back then
yeah she ain't got no place to call
used to window shop like every day
and now we switching cars

shit, I had to boss up
real one, hang with monsters
finger on a monster
one call on the cell
get double R to dump you
shit, we reeking hell
everyone got red bottom
I was walking with that steel on me
Lil bitch, you don't want them problems
I've been on my demon shit
dressing like a silhouette
he been talking, yapping through the net
ain't nun to get yo bitch wet
I've been stuck on VVS's
or I'll switch audemars piguet's
I'm a dumper moving up the chain
blowing through these checks

they put their eggs in
so I got my eggs out
man why they dissing?
bitch you working harder than me?
tell him, why you missing?
boolin' with my gen 5
bitch we going viral
he pulling my swag
they biting on my sauce
it ain't even adding up
yeah, too many hoes in this bitch
and they ain't even bad enough
shit they ain't even bad enough
shit, I got my bag up
I got my swag up
DTM im swerving gas on E, oh yeah im mad what
so I got my eggs out
man why they dissing?
bitch you working harder than me?
tell him, why you missing?
boolin' with my gen 5
bitch we going viral
he pulling my swag
they biting on my sauce

Not the same

Nøt the same (hev11n x yan)

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bitch I break the bank, fold
yeah, I broke the bank, fold
I got my money calling
Siri better let me know
swag from Coachella
bag, I would never hoe
arrest, I would never fold
bad bitch could never hold
DTM im swerving in my Rolls Royce
g-2, ain't had no choice
talking ain't had no voice
shots coming in got new joiners
swerving in my new Taurus
racks coming in like

racks coming in like damn I got money
damn broke was funny
damn racks just came in, now these niggas want some money
like

bitch I break the bank, fold
yeah, I broke the bank, fold
I got my money calling
Siri better let me know
swag from Coachella
bag, I would never hoe
arrest, I would never fold
bad bitch could never hold
DTM im swerving in my Rolls Royce
g-2, ain't had no choice
talking ain't had no voice
shots coming in got new joiners
swerving in my new Taurus
racks coming in like

BRØKE THE BANK (yan)

lyrics

If I threw you racks
Would you go out and slime yo partner?
Money moving, it's been way too quick
I already lost them
One eye open, when I sleep
That's the only time these niggas
Think they over me
Huh, I don't pray god no more
True Religion on my jeans
Huh, I'm a real nigga
Hang with dogs they like to feen
Blinders over my eyes to stop
Me from all this drink

Switch up, you don't get it yuh?
Ever since I got real dollars
Bitch I ain't even feeling you
She must be heaven-sent
The way I keep going back to her
No, I can't trust another nigga
That ain't already close to me yuh yuh
RBS
Huh, huh no we best
Huh, Double R told me to bring my best
So I'm bringing out this next sound
Hollow tips they bring neck down
Huh, Red Beam make him lay down 

If I threw you racks
Would you go out and slime yo partner?
Money moving, it's been way too quick
I already lost them
One eye open, when I sleep
That's the only time these niggas
Think they over me
Huh, I don't pray god no more
True Religion on my jeans
Huh, I'm a real nigga
Hang with dogs they like to feen
Blinders over my eyes to stop
Me from all this drink

SLIME YØ PARTNA (tainiykick)

produced by tainiykick
lyrics

This to my bro,
Yeah I will never switch up on you I’ve been on
My other shit, We tight as a knot we can’t be
broken on that different shit
Stevie Wonder I can’t see these hoes
I’m switching up these bitches
How these niggas switch up like the weather 
Huh, All these niggas cold, feel like arctic
still give my sweater up
Hoe, she on the team had to blow my steam
Giddy up
Sit back, count up my green can’t lose 
self esteem get it up, I just beat it up

Who text your phone? It’s 8PM
It ain’t no calling back
There ain’t no calling back
Broke niggas can’t see
Pitched up that gas
I switched up that mask
Niggas so fake I got mad
Huh, Huh, Huh, Huh
Niggas two face I got bags
Huh, niggas ain’t been open
I was raised in that open
Real slayer, Casanova
Take off bitch like a dover
The only day that i’m sober
Is when you text me back
I try to hit your line
You can't send a voicemail back?
Real shit, smoking don't even help
No more it just fuck my system
Lately, It can't be me and my money
Bitches in my business
Just me and my bro 
I got his back
Oh yeah he got my blessings
He caught in the trap
Oh, he been shooting shit
He need a pistol
So I take that charge
We find someone else
We continue back to robbing
Free chance out that cell
Can't say too much
But we locked in
I'm a real nigga
Hang with dogs
They take your noggin
Huh, huh huh

This to my bro,
Yeah I will never switch up on you I’ve been on
My other shit, We tight as a knot we can’t be
broken on that different shit
Stevie Wonder I can’t see these hoes
I’m switching up these bitches
How these niggas switch up like the weather 
Huh, All these niggas cold, feel like arctic
still give my sweater up
Hoe, she on the team had to blow my steam
Giddy up
Sit back, count up my green can’t lose 
self esteem get it up, I just beat it up

TAKE WØNDER

Atake