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do$emoney – silly hat cypher lyrics

[goldface moneywatch]
young goldface, some call momma
you dunno what that means and that my first bar
me and worldstar, aka me and believe
and every book i read i swear i keep a quarter sheet
you got bumped from the plug
man you should save your receipt
i got fluff from migo chuck, i might tweet you when i peak
call me g.f.m. dub, thinking 1970s
but how i used to spend them bitcoins every single week
godd-mn
moment of silence 4 dread pirate roberts
my friends keep them bibles, but i’m not mitt romney
i got a dropper, drop in my car
whatchu accomplish, nothing? then why was you tardy [?]
goldfaaaaaace
okay, i break down weed on shakedown street
shout out to jerry
do not bring that fake ’round me, shout out to bear
i got p.e. like phys ed, and g.t. like grand theft
so every time do$emoney trip an ounce in the air

[boybvnd]
call me boyband, boyband, no taxi like cash low
i just took my last dose i’ma trip into the asphalt
catalog a dose dose log that’s what i call my catalog
dozen sheets of dose that goldface keeps so my trip go hard
trippin’, sippin’, liftin’ b+ in it
i feeling everything ingested [?] this is thrillin’
i’m timid, do not touch me do not touch me till i’m finished
baby this is pimping, do not interrupt my business
lucy layin’ lingo with me in the sky with diamonds
she like the way i’m rhyming. do what i say like simon
i’m finding everything that people need a life to find it
money is my time and i know my money timeless
your b-tch is in my zipper, bout to down me till she hiccup
one more dose and one more hour i’ma be up in her
we in this game to win it and we win it we ain’t finished
d-o-s-e-m-o-n-e gods we never die

[mondo the moonrock]
mondo a great hookup, he might burn bread but you stay toasty
your babe blowing straight sugar, take a shane mosley to the face
homie
my bars of wisdom bombard your children, say it’s awful
it’s harmful it’s hard to listen
we the hardest hittin’ you have bars to flip
you wouldn’t say that same sh-t in our position, hold up
bars to flip, verses and xans like a circus
thats word to the fam, burning the plan, munching on
burgers and clams in suburban j-pan
rest in peace to my girl hair, but rest in peace to your
girl’s hair, cuz i pulled that sh-t like a fire alarm
when i f-cked that b-tch on a thursday
look, mondo get off key when i’m on dose
mind on a higher plateau, like hobbes that’s word to calvin
mix purp and acid for the balance. huh
it seems you have never eaten money fluff
i take an eighth of shrooms and back it up and stuff ’em in a bunch
of honey buns and sell them b-tches twenty up
don’t be scared to do it, i’m parachutin’ with a pair of parents
they late for cl-ss, like ferris buehler, but they shake that -ss to my blaring music
i got work like monster.com
you need a career then come holla i’m on
i got entry levels pushin’ reggie petals
you can sell that loud if you get promoted
i l!ck the dose the sh-t hits my dome then lifts it open
things approaching
i just took a dose, woah
let me hit you with history lessons
the aliens built all the egyptian pyramids
k!lling them millions with timothy’s weapon
that dose

[worldstar, aka believe, aka big blunt]
i’m like the jerry of rap, i’m hitting various apps
i’m making hits every day, something like [?]
i come prepared with a map, you won’t be seeing my face
how the f-ck you gonna see me once i steal your face
and i’ma be on location, on your street and [?]
but you can’t catch me [?]
and i don’t be on the fake sh-t and we gonna leave it at that
my life like viva la bam, except with beakers and tests
can’t even peak off a gram, gotta take five in the dark
[?] every beat, i chop it apart
it costs a thousand a bar, for an allie, for believe
and five racks for a hood, this some sh-t i can’t give out
for free, maybe we can make a package deal, ask about my fees
this is worldstar hendrix put you back up on your feet
d-mn

[kickflip b]
b-tch, i come straight from that block
kept that work in my sock
i started straight from the bottom, nowhere to go but the top
whatever you want b-tch, i got it, whether he like it or not
that ho don’t love me no more, but that b-tch still like me a lot
see, ain’t no cuffing these hoes, man i kick that b-tch out
before she threw me that p-ssy i made her give up that top
eat a beat like cereal n-gga, k!lling rappers i’m a serial k!lla, [?]
r.i.p. to tim leary, that trio sh-t do you ya hear me
r.i.p. to ken kesey, cuz this heady rap sh-t to easy
you can see me on tv, do$emoney pledge your allegiance
you see our profits increasing, why you inquire for features?
we need ten racks and i mean it
n-gga take it or leave it
and that just being decent, f-ck that your message deleted
ain’t no reason repeat it, contracts, no reason to read it
if you ain’t lsd eating then your voice won’t come through my speakers
we sip lean out the liter, i take tabs while i’m tweeting
i tell hoes that i love them, and f-ck them first day i meet them
you trip money on hoes and show em wonderful evenings, its so sad to be them, cuz i’m f-cking his bm
i never gave up my number, but she be all in my dm
i coexist in her mind, and we not even cohesive
i sip more to the e, and i ain’t talkin’ moesha, or that dose with the teachers, that’s all i need to complete me, that’s dose

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