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kenny muney – stupid dumb lyrics

ace banks turn up

[chorus]
six figures already been up that
eatin good n-gga, millions on my lunch bag
yeah i ball like im penny, im the one man
plug n-ggas bad b-tches in my contacts
got a hoe in notre dame with a hunch back
make her trap with my gun, finna come back
many glocks at my shows yeah they come packed
big blocks on the road dont get dumped at
500 p’s at the spot i been done that
that hoe you treat like a queen i been pumpin that
shop everywhere that i go i don’t unpack
call on a b-tch with a freak in the [?]
my jewelry long and they say im a dumb man
d-mn my b-tch stupid and she got a dumb -ss
all of my haters look down while i come packed
how the f-ck he get so rich with his young -ss

[verse 1]
i got grown n-gga money where my young at
i got them in the hip, yeah money its dumb cash
everybody around me eatin, ain’t no sc-mbag
went and bought a flooded roll off a sc-mbag
sent the dope cause im street like a drunk man
thankin nas, watchin me like im chromecast
if they get behind me, imma do top speed
they will never catch me in my [?]
young n-gga smokin cookie like im lucius
i got famous inside the trap, like frank lucus
but i never say a word he was stupid
my og’s tought me where and when to do that
i was born in the city where the blues at
so you gotta pay to see me, where the blues at
pull up with a bad b-tch with a booty
still hood, got on gucci with a durag
if it ain’t hoes on my clothes i ain’t changing sh-t
yeah i stand out, n-ggas ain’t in the lane with me
b-tches see racks and the p-ssies just came for me
im fly as f-ck this hoe thought she seen angle wings
countin too much money its makin my fingers bleed
and im so icy i dont got no pain on me
fillin your spot and i dont got no stain on me
she might get stupid cause i brought my gang with me

[verse 2]
how the f-ck he get that money and why the f-ck he keep blowin this sh-t like its nothin
how the f-ck all these b-tches in love with this youngin and he dont do nothin but f-ck them
im out of town and im too far to touch it, i bet you that dope still gonna move like a puppet
i throw that money up like its disgusting, lil b-tch im too rich we can’t have a discussion
fresh out the trap and im sh-ttin on the industry
k!llin this sh-t imma make them subpoena me
foreign cars back to back, crazy machinery
burn up the money show you what it means to me
not sh-t, not a d-mn thing
get a check, blow the check on a d-mn chain
i been runnin up the money, broke a hamstring
young n-gga been poppin, call me champagne

- kenny muney lyrics

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