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kenny muney – where ya been lyrics

[intro]
(tay keith, f+ck these n+ggas up)

[chorus]
where you’ve been? how you doing? how you living n+gga where your friends?
all my friends, they dead and gone, they green like celery
i can’t buy no ring, man f+ck hoes just stay celibate (nah for real been on this sh+t baby)
i ain’t gon’ lie, turn my phone off when i’m with my new ho
hey, how the f+ck did he have a foursome in a two door?
young n+gga lit, and his pockets fat just call them sumo for real
yeah, i just pay my plug in euros, for real

[verse 1]
big old booty b+tches tryna show me what the doctor made
put him in a trap, i’m tryna show him how i operate
diamonds knock you out, they should of put these on the box of paid
and these b+tches wet, they should of left these in the lobster cage
i been ballin’, b+tch, you lil’ n+ggas make the roster laid
i know you ain’t real, i know that b+tch fake cause your collar fades
smoke dough with my pills, this sh+t hit, got that peach cobbler taste
we toast up like chills, glad them broke days, they done watched away
left my old ho where they was, it ain’t no handout, what you doing what’s up?
you wanna see me, see me at the club?
i ain’t never tryna come here spotting this, i been planning to come f+ck this b+tch up
ay i’m hot like a volcano, we erupt, b+tches fallin’ out and tryna get up
can’t see me, b+tch, i’m hot as a desert, yeah, she freaky tryna f+ck me wherever
money walkin’, b+tches need an umbrella, bad b+tch, we been nine up a beratta
tell my chain, then that helmet gon’ nail him, switchin’ lanes, gucci things on the pedal
came in blind, but don’t think that you special. buy a sweater, but i’m never gon’ sweat them
[bridge]
i ain’t gon’ lie, turn my phone off when i’m with my new ho
hey, how the f+ck did he have a foursome in a two door?
young n+gga lit, and his pockets fat just call them sumo for real
yeah, i just pay my plug in euros, yeah yeah
big old booty b+tches tryna show me what the doctor made
put him in a trap, i’m tryna show him how i operate (hey hey)
smoke dough with my pills, this sh+t hit, got that peach cobbler taste

[verse 2]
n+ggas been watchin’ my drip, and they thinkin’ my toilet broke, cuz i won’t stop (ouuu)
n+ggas been lookin’ for tents, sayin’ i’m too c+cky, b+tch, cuz i won’t drop (ouuu)
yo b+tch been all in my dm, my dm, been jumpin’ like hippity hop (ouuu) f+ck her in flippity flops, (ouuu) she like the dope, cause i got through her
i’m in the spot with three or four b+tches, the neighbors think i’m doin’ carpools
heard they been thinkin’ bout trying me before they through thinkin’, we got tools
jumpin’ in fences, runnin’ through the kitchen while he watchin’ dishes, we all true
promise i mind my own business d+mn, beatin’ b+tch. i keep on wearin’ what i’m doing

- kenny muney lyrics

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