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mykey_sa - fine$a hudgen$ lyrics

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hook (mykey)

i’m a fine$$a, no hudgen$
i need a bag no discussion
bands on my body
i see y’all still on that f+ck sh+t
woah

i made your man kick the bucket like woah
i blow a bag, got no budget i’m grown
i don’t depend on no luck, in my zone
half of these thotties gone buss it i know

verse 1 (mykey)

catching these bodies like f+ck it, i’m cold
baddies be on me, i’m covered in hoes
n+ggas act funny like comedy shows
i’m with your b+tch and she probably toed

sippin on wok
dripping like voss
hitting that nos
i fly on the road

i got my eye on the goal
i might just move to an island alone
n+gga i’m high as the moon
i put a dyk+ in the mood

i might just fly to the moon
might put the pipe in your boo
no time to fight with your goons
pull up i hop out i shoot (x2)

don’t got it construed?
i had a dollar or two and a dream
see i was hoping i could hop in a coup with my fiends
say lil n+gga i ain’t f+cking with you or your team
and to be honest i done paid all the dues and the fees
got your boo on her knees like oou!
pull up in a suit on the scene like bruce
(uh uh uh,!)

hook (mykey)

i’m a fine$$a, no hudgen$
i need a bag no discussion
bands on my body
i see y’all still on that f+ck sh+t
woah

i made your man kick the bucket like woah
i blow a bag, got no budget i’m grown
i don’t depend on no luck, in my zone
half of these thotties gone buss it i know

verse 2 (nash sable)

casual capital, tactical animal
monetize music geronimo [uh]
gone boy i tell the bag vamonos [vamonos]
i got em commas in comatose [that fetty]

run me my bag or i pull up with slimes
who won’t let that sh+t slide dis dat runny nose [squaa]
god+body bags in the verse ya dig
no sleep i do dis for keeps [for reals]

if i do then i start off in cheeks [beat it]
stay sweating these n+ggas, no keith hmm
seen busy running with em fufu n+ggas
bet em n+ggas gonna tell you that i k!ll it [splah]

h+lla money on me, what a feelin [on god]
got the blikkie on me for a reason [on god]
shawty on my d+ck, got her tweaking [wet]
sable disabled, no sick note

she swallow my skeet on the low low
then i pull up on squad then we get po’d
my dogs and they b+tches be cut throat
to zeezee on me is a no no

- mykey_sa lyrics

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