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$ilkmoney - my forte lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m in the room with 7 t-tties, that’s 4 b-tches with one missin’
with eleven twisted up sherbinskis, some bodillaz
her 450, cookin’ dope in a gold sk!llet
bumpin’ old 50, hit my robe with the gold stichin’
in my gold kitchen, gold b-tches with painted toes tippin’
all these b-tches taste like chicken, can’t name a hoe different
prolific, was zip-flippin’ and kickin’ door-hinges
po done snitched to the boys, he said we all did it
augmented my lifestyle, so now we all livin’
get my d-ck sucked right now, while in the stall, p-ssin’
bald b-tches with car skimmers splittin’ cigars with us
couldn’t carry us like pallbearers with they paws missin’
targetin’ p-ssy n-ggas, hit ’em with -rs-nic
starvin’, b-tch, hit the kitchen, make something marvellous
partial splits, i can’t get with; b-tch, i need all of it
aug equipped, get to spittin’, hit up your cardigan
don’t make me pull up and do you like room raiders
throw your b-tch in a cage and line it with newspapers
double up, think i love her, but don’t play us like dual segas
‘fore your people search for your body like f-ckin’ tomb raider
unh, i’m voldemort with the wh0r-, don’t wan’ smell her p-ssy
no conversations with shorty, give her emails to book me
i break a b-tch and make her do 17 like cookie
if i’m sentenced, conjugal visits and dope in her coochie

[chorus]
yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay
black negroes, san pellegrinos, gabbana dolces
tax 3 os, beat a n-gga like he a court case
feel like max keeble, filipino b-tches my forte
unh, yeah, uh huh, okay, okay
black negroes, san pellegrinos, gabbana dolces
tax 3 os, beat a n-gga like he a court case
feel like max keeble, filipino b-tches my forte

[verse 2]
get behind that b-tch like an investment
the game more hectic ’cause i blessed it
when i don’t want it no more, i neglect it
can’t even neglect what ain’t my possession, number one lesson
these n-ggas soft and sweet as big texas, so get the message
pillow pet -ss n-ggas, strap concealed under my shirt
so all you see is silhouettes and black figures
shoot him in his back, n-gga, so when they turn him over
he easy to recognize like tagged pictures, we blacklist him
bag him, toe-tag him, and wrap him up like christmas
pull all his t–th out like the dentist, now he need dentures
i’m the boy with the frozen soul, i come alive in the winter
don’t eat around me, when i’m hungry, i’ll take your dinner
like, bruh, man, i hate to see n-ggas guts go splat in public
when i bust it, but f-ck it, this snub love it
p-ssin’ out windows when we couldn’t afford buckets
now a wrist out the window and glist’ on my bicuspids
play the b-tch, you n-ggas get split like vanilla dutches
he the snitch, throw the chump in the trunk like he the luggage
gave him t-ts, you should not wear jewelry, so, n-gga, tuck it
fake n-ggas don’t got our blood in they genes, they step-cousins

[chorus]
yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay
black negroes, san pellegrinos, gabbana dolces
tax 3 os, beat a n-gga like he a court case
feel like max keeble, filipino b-tches my forte
unh, yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay
black negroes, san pellegrinos, gabbana dolces
tax 3 os, beat a n-gga like he a court case
feel like max keeble, filipino b-tches my forte

- ilkmoney lyrics

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