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j.r. donato - word to yams lyrics

[verse 1: j.r donato]

[hook: playboi carti]
i ain’t worried ’bout no b-tch
thumbing through the check
boy, money got me sick (money got me)
my aston got me sick
cash, cash
my car go fast, fast
n-gg- ferrari smash
money bags (ay)
yeah, she all on my d-ck (my d-ck)
i might just smash, (uh)
p-ss her to my clique, then i hit her last
i ain’t worried bout no b-tch, boy i’m off this gas
my phone blowing up, i think they need some gas
i ain’t worried ’bout no b-tch, boy i’m off this gas
my phone blowing up, i think they need some gas

[verse 2: playboi carti]
these cops on my -ss
dirty kitchen, dirty cash
cash carti, money bags, yeah
hoe i keep a sack
got a cup filled with of act
i’m a real -ss n-gg-
40 clip with the strap
blow a n-gg- off the map
blowing backwoods in the trap
n-gg-s talking down while my n-gg- spray

[verse 2: playboi carti]
should of seen hoe
it’s all good though
pull down my pants, oh
don’t use your hands, woah
i heard about you girl
you heard about me two
you heard i got them bands
i heard that mouth a (?)

- j r donato lyrics

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