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afn peso – dough hunting (remix) lyrics

[intro]
n-gga you got me f-cked up
out here f-ckin’ with these weak -ss hoes like you don’t know where home is n-gga
answer your d-mn phone
keep f-ckin’ playin’ with me, that’s why i got the homies lookin’ for your -ss

[verse 1: afn peso]
lookin’ for me? check these streets
smokin’ like chiefs, sippin’ lean like this sh-t free
poured a six in a deuce, i was gone after the three
i don’t sip green, b-tch please, that sh-t cheap
straight dough hunting, yeah, and we don’t stop
i never had sh-t and now they hate on what i got
focused on my knots, play with that, i grab the glock
tell that b-tch to knock ’em while the homie raid the spot
straight dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob
same n-ggas ran up on you at your job
n-gga you ain’t pimpin’, your baby mama a ho b-tch
she like how i spend big bands, be gettin’ blowed quick
boss sh-t, yeah, that’s just the goon though
chop suey totin’, it split n-ggas like field goals
case closed, weird -ss n-ggas don’t get no pesos
touch this gold, send shooters for what they paid for
headshot, closed curtain, these n-ggas g5
p-r-p’s, n-gga please, got pimp levis
balmain jeans, me and deez spent like sixteen
big -ss thirties, only gave the n-gga like sixteen
marley and anoka, trippin’, tryna blam that
poured off the hi-tech, b-tch where my act at?
mcm bag fully loaded, where the strap at?
if she ain’t got no dope tell that stupid ho to back back
goonies, yeah, you know the gang
same n-ggas ran up on you for that chain
don’t play tough, get bucked and get banged
n-ggas know what i claim, we dough hunting for cake

[chorus: afn peso]
n-gga dough hunting, yeah, you know the mob
same n-ggas ran up on you and did jaws
same n-ggas ran up on you for that chain
don’t play tough, you know what i claim
my n-ggas dough hunting, dough hunting
my n-ggas dough hunting, dough hunting

[verse 2: fenix]
looking for me? check these streets
b-tch i’m poured off a five, cook a n-gga like deep dish
freak b-tch, f-ck a whole team on some freak sh-t
g sh-t, i spend like twenty bands inside of neiman
marcus, n-ggas talkin’ beef until we spark it
s-550, i’m a baller, n-gga park it
n-ggas rappin’ what they spend on clothes, don’t get me started
gucci, louis, fendi on my body, beg your pardon
n-ggas talkin’ like they really reckless, he a target
i’m at saks fifth with a fifty by my armpit
b-tch n-gga, broke n-gga, you a joke n-gga
i don’t know his homie but i’m shootin’ at ’em both n-gga
i’m riding ’round in the foreign makin’ big bread
you the type of n-gga who be worried if your b-tch fed
dough hunting, yeah, we need the money
fiending for the juice so i got some syrup coming

[verse 3: ohgeesy]
drug dealers, stealers, yeah that’s all that i rock with
you rock with the opps, that’s who you gon’ get shot with
jump a n-gga like a moshpit
lil b-tch, yeah i’m flyer than a c-ckpit
air force 1’s, they ain’t regular, they ostrich
if i get her to the crib, believe we gon’ all hit
raffy and the ricky on me, yeah that’s all drip
we f-ck the party up, flu flam, then we all dip
hundreds in my pocket, yeah they all blue, they all crip
hundred n-ggas with me and believe we gon’ all trip
you best wipe your shoes when you walk into a boss crib
12 get behind me, all this dope, i’ma toss it

- afn peso lyrics

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