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money boy - beat up tha pakk lyrics

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hotboy produced it

[hook: money boy]
steh’ in der kitchen und whippe den pott (trap)
ich koche das crack
i’m cookin’ up, run up on gang
stupid lil’ b#tch, you know that you gonna get clapped (yeah)
ice on my wrist, ice on my wrist
vvs diamond my neck
i got a bag, i got a sack
know plug, i beat up tha pakk (i beat it up)
steh’ in der kitchen und whippe den pott (trap)
ich koche das crack
i’m cookin’ up, run up on gang
stupid lil’ b#tch, you know that you gonna get clapped
ice on my wrist, ice on my wrist
vvs diamond my neck (ouuh)
i got a bag, i got a sack
know plug, i beat up tha pakk (trap)

[part 1: money boy]
die b#tch gibt mir good brain
ich frag’ mich: war diese scheiß schlampe in yale? (in yale?)
ich hab das fishscale
ich hab das powder — ich meine kein mehl
sie nimmt den d#ck tief in den mund (uah)
sie hat keinen würgereflex
sie fragt mich: will ich sie #n#l ficken?
und ich sag’: „ich würde gern’, yes!”
ich bin der beste rapper
da gibt es keine discussion
die diamonds am dancen wie usher
backwood kommt aus russia (backwood)
ich smoke die blunts, uh
ich smoke gelato und runs (yeah)
hab’ einen joint in meinem mund
und er hat die länge von einem schwanz
(pause, pause)
wir smoken die d#cks (yeah), extendo die clips
ich handle die bricks (bricks)
stand’ in der kitch’ und wende den fisch (whip, yeah, trap)
die sneaker chanel
guck, meine sneaker chanel (yah)
ice on my neck, ice on my wrist
die diamonds sie scheinen so h#ll

[hook: money boy]
steh’ in der kitchen und whippe den pott (trap)
ich koche das crack
i’m cookin’ up, run up on gang
stupid lil’ b#tch, you know that you gonna get clapped (vr, vrrr)
ice on my wrist, ice on my wrist (ice, ice)
vvs diamond my neck
i got a bag, i got a sack
know plug, i beat up tha pakk (i beat it up, ouh)
steh’ in der kitchen und whippe den pott (trap)
ich koche das crack (yah)
i’m cookin’ up, run up on gang
stupid lil’ b#tch, you know that you gonna get clapped
ice on my wrist, ice on my wrist (eeh, eeh)
vvs diamond my neck (ouh)
i got a bag, i got a sack
know plug, i beat up tha pakk

[part 2: yung saint louis]
[race to the racks that money on m’head
ain’t that n#gga spit fire like a dragon
i beat up that pig and i get dat sh#t going
i get f#cked on that hood and i send that bi’h home
he know he not ’bout it that n#gga be k!lled
[?] … matrix
[?] … in face of mistakin
[?] coup with that [?]

you know when i done ima get up and eat
slit the rock on them wounds
i got blood on my feet
[?] that n#gga to know ima eat
go out in the trenches they know who i am
buildin’ the muscle got the arm o’h#ll
ima slide in that belly pull up in a cad’ (skkr)
this miss wanna f#ck she say i can share

i got out of work on [?]
got the kids in yo block
come and give ’em this dough
too high [?] cause you l!ckin’ me down
i skipped school everyday back in [?] at home
can that circle of n#ggas now step on my lawn?
my daddy was missing got mad at my aunt
no help for no n#gga, no, head out alone
i was sixteen out druggin’ swervin’ being grown
can’t say me that n#gga boy has been known]

[hook: money boy]
steh’ in der kitchen und whippe den pott (trap)
ich koche das crack
i’m cookin’ up, run up on gang
stupid lil’ b#tch (b#tch), you know that you gonna get clapped (brrah)
ice on my wrist, ice on my wrist (bahh)
vvs diamond my neck (eeh)
i got a bag, i got a sack (bag)
know plug, i beat up a pakk (i beat it up), ouh
steh’ in der kitchen und whippe den pott (trap)
ich koche das crack
i’m cookin’ up, run up on gang
stupid lil’ b#tch (brr), you know that you gonna get clapped (b#tch)
ice on my wrist, ice on my wrist (yus)
vvs diamond my neck (ouuh)
i got a bag, i got a sack (bag)
know plug i beat up a pakk (ouh)

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