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kenny muney - worst day lyrics

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[intro]
these stupid -ss n-ggas be in compet-tion with a n-gga
n-gga can’t beat me in anything
couldn’t see me on my worst day

[chorus]
i keep two three b-tches on a conference call like i’m a pimp
pockets fat, your pockets slim, diamonds wet, i call ’em shrimp
she told her man i ball like kemp and i ain’t never worked a temp
heard i blew up like a blimp, i f-cked her on my first attempt
your b-tch shot her shot, i had to f-ck her on the first date
heard you throwin’ shots but you can’t see me on my worst day
wake up in my robe, i made ten k, that’s on my worst day
got more rocks than an earthquake, your b-tch got on her birthday suit

[verse 1]
she help me count up this loot
she give me -ss in the coupe
look through the gl-ss and i shoot
i kick your -ss like i’m bruce lee
claimin’ you rich, it amuse me
hand me your worst chick, i’m gucci
tryna throw salt on me to your lil b-tch
now your lil b-tch wanna do me
man you lil boys couldn’t see me on my worst
and i don’t speak nothin’ but facts in my verse
you better go put my name in the search
all of my b-tches got racks in they purse
you know i’m hot like i’m famous
can’t let no demons put me in no he-rs-, yeah
give a bad b-tch all my semon
look like she cleanin’ the way that she squirt
i get fresh as f-ck, never wear it again
you can’t see me bruh, even if you fix the lens
i’m too fresh to touch, i might set a trend, huh
your ho want my d-ck and she can’t wait to suck it in

[chorus]
i keep two three b-tches on a conference call like i’m a pimp
pockets fat, your pockets slim, diamonds wet, i call ’em shrimp
she told her man i ball like kemp and i ain’t never worked a temp
heard i blew up like a blimp, i f-cked her on my first attempt
your b-tch shot her shot, i had to f-ck her on the first date
heard you throwin’ shots but you can’t see me on my worst day
wake up in my robe, i made ten k, that’s on my worst day
got more rocks than an earthquake, your b-tch got on her birthday suit

[verse 2]
handle dope, she got no clothes, she took my soul
only way you with your b-tch, i’m on the road
brought my name up, that’s a no, you broke the code
kiss your wife up when i’m home, you gotta roll
chains on my neck like a slave, make your b-tch blow like grenades
yeah i got your b-tch amazed, you n-ggas salty like lays
never made minimum wage, go get a rental for plays
try me, gon’ need first aid, anything you do, i’m still gon’ be in first place
two b-tches goin’ at it, no cage
i been choppin’ on her friend, no fade
i’m just coolin’ with my dogs, no strays
you been workin’ like a dog, no raise
now i see why you mad
too busy hatin’, i see why you last
phone keep on ringing, i see why it crashed
shawty keep callin’ me askin’ to smash

[chorus]
i keep two three b-tches on a conference call like i’m a pimp
pockets fat, your pockets slim, diamonds wet, i call ’em shrimp
she told her man i ball like kemp and i ain’t never work a temp
heard i blew up like a blimp, i f-cked her on my first attempt
your b-tch shot her shot, i had to f-ck her on the first date
heard you throwin’ shots but you can’t see me on my worst day
wake up in my robe, i made ten k, that’s on my worst day
got more rocks than an earthquake, your b-tch got on her birthday suit



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