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christ dillinger - i made so much money my dad came back lyrics

[intro]
(shadow rich gang just took your soul, and you’re never gettin’ it back)
(shadow wizard goblin insanity)
(i’m being gangstalked by the cia, they put a chip in my brain)

[verse 1]
tired of the scale, hand me the bowl
when it comes to the money it’s hard to say no
i walk out the trap and i walk back in
they didn’t believe, but i did it again
she ain’t believe i wouldn’t do it again
that’s ok, now i’mma f+ck your friend
money [?], we won’t cut you in
f+ck the bag up, then get it back again
sometimes you gotta f+ck up the bag just to get it back
you never had the bag if you can’t get it back
f+ck a n+ggas b+tch, he can’t get her back
top shelf gas gave me a heart attack
i made so much money my dad came back

[verse 2]
i made so much money my b+tch wish she didn’t leave
i drank so much lean all i see is z’s
i feel like stevie wonder, n+gga, i can’t see
sunglasses at night, n+gga, i can’t see
beat the sh+t out a n+gga for f+cking with me
double seal on when i hop out the v
if you cop two bags you get one free
he only talk to me now ’cause he know he need me
opps so down bad they sendin’ treatise
opps like the native americans on the trail of tears
opps look like the n+gga that made denim tears
an 8th or a blunt, don’t matter to me
i’ll cut a n+gga off happily
my b+tch don’t know what’s the matter with me
my b+tch tryna figure out what’s the matter with me
don’t bother calling if it ain’t ’bout a check
i’ll pick a n+gga up and drop him on his neck
i can’t miss, i’m like jimmer fredette
pockets thicker now, my ex b+tch upset
[verse 3]
my b+tch look like she could be in a movie
my b+tch look better than b+tches is movies
my b+tch look way better than zendaya
i would never f+ck that b+tch zendaya
zendaya gettin’ trains ran on her in movies
why they stop putting bad b+tches in movies
what happened to that b+tch mila kunis
i need a b+tch who look like mila kunis
i’m one of the realest n+ggas to ever do this
n+ggas hatin’ on how i rap
they ain’t even listen to my old raps
got more dead n+ggas on me than rap snacks
once you [?], you can’t bring it back
do the p+ssy how white n+ggas did iraq
my pockets need to do jumping jacks
had that rock in school like jack black
make the b+tch push the car if we catch a flat
make a b+tch serve the fiends when we in the trap
if she wanna eat then she better trap
i get flyer than captain jack
i don’t give a f+ck if you don’t like my rap
me and sam hyde are both black
i’d be the president if i wasn’t black
on the block with the dope under my hat
i made so much money my dad came back
[outro]
(this song is sponsored by george soros)
(shadow wizard money gang, we love casting spells)
(shadow wizard goblin insanity)

- christ dillinger lyrics

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