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mastercard2k - pop my collar lyrics

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counting foreign money, b+tch i might go to j+pan
they thought i was fake, uh+huh, cause i am
walking with this k on me i feel like dirty dan
junkies love my product i might sell your moms a xan
and you know i sold exotic way before i even scammed
if i see a junkie tweaking i’ma serve him on demand
cookies in [?], smoking b+tch, i’m smoking by the strand
all my haters pillow talking, boy i’m thinking they some fans
i’m the type to take a dollar, stretch it to a couple bands
yeah i’m dancing, pop my collar, b+tch i’m hopping outta lamb
how you hating on my music when you don’t know who i am
we gon’ hop out the honda and we let the semi blam
i ain’t f+cking with the drama, b+tch i’m bout the rubber bands
and i did this by myself, i ain’t need no helping hand
twerking with my money, yeah we do the money dance
i turned nothing into something, now i’m feeling like the man
and my parents ain’t believe in me, i had to take a chance
yeah i used to shop at marshalls, now i’m rocking truey pants
no one taught me how to do it, i just did it cause i can
me and feddi making classics, we might run up thirty bands

- mastercard2k lyrics

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