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daemoney - spongebob & patrick lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy, tana, fyethatsh+tup)

[verse]
i say i’m ballin’, i’m havin’, i know they can’t stand it (uh+huh)
i’m tired of bein’ humble, man, i’m turnin’ up my savage
spongebob my xannies, these pink 10s, they patrick (ooh)
i get the red for the cheap, i’m on my mr. krabs sh+t
you lil’ n+ggas like plankton, want my sauce, you can’t have it
i’m tired of n+ggas reminiscing when they used to have it (shut the f+ck up)
it’s money out here every day, you better go and grab it (hah)
the sh+t that i been through, man, you n+ggas couldn’t handle it (not at all)
smokin’ gerski in the presi’ suite, pay the damages (f+ck it)
my babies went and handle it, i gotta pay my savages (my n+ggas)
i got ten in the envelope, no point in rubber bandin’ it (why?)
them bullets hit your head, you gotta shave it on some casper sh+t
know i love a classy b+tch, i don’t want no average b+tch (uh+uh)
i look her in her eyes, now she on that drunk and nasty sh+t (ooh)
twenty+five for the one dips, remember i used to plastic clip (remember?)
kingpin in my blood, i’m the only one tried that scammin’ sh+t (they scary)
spilled the lean on my pants, upped the prices of the denim (d+mn)
you look better than some wock’, i know that p+ssy taste like syrup (ooh)
i’m the n+gga ’bout to take over the city like i’m billups (d+mn)
i did more numbers at detroit mercy than rashad phillips
was taught a million dollars worth of game before i knew ’bout gillie (i was)
we put off+white on our coats every time that it get chilly (yeah)
two hundred on the dash, watch me stab, hat c+cked to the back (skrrt)
glock right in my lap, ain’t no point of havin’ it in the stash
i feel like ivo, i ain’t have no team, i put it on my back (uh+huh)
i stand my ten against whoever, give a f+ck, you big as shaq
i found a lane, put my n+ggas on, now how real is that? (how?)
she asked me what’s my hobbies? i said syrup, music, countin’ racks (that’s it)
too much money all over the country, n+gga, i can’t sit still (uh+uh)
she like, “d+mn, you daemoney? yeah, you a big deal” (daemoney)
van cleef ankle bracelet, that’s just for my b+tch heels (yeah)
boy, you d+ck suckin’ a lot, talkin’ ’bout your rich twin (lame+ass n+gga)
summertime in detroit, i might go white, rich ken
rockin’ buffies, but these are chrome hearts, you a kid
i’m with your bae, sneak off to the a like i’m lou will’
they know i don’t give a f+ck, what can these people do for real? (for real)
talkin’ ’bout you n+ggas beefin’, who the f+ck you n+ggas k!ll? (who?)
n+ggas watched that trap war, now they thinkin’ that they drill (wow)
it be hard to show emotion, but these denim, yeah, they tears
and real sh+t, i’m tired of n+ggas speakin’ on me, that sh+t weird (n+ggas weird)
[outro]
(ayy, tana, fyethatsh+tup)
n+ggas can’t f+ck with me, n+gga, how they live?
show me that sh+t, man
they could never f+ck with me, these n+ggas know just who i am
what the f+ck, n+gga?

- daemoney lyrics

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