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p3rkky – make it back lyrics

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p3rkky (chorus):
spend all my money and make it right back
focused on money yeah getting the racks
don’t know why haters tryna hold me back
they playing defensive i gotta attack
man why do they always think it’s cap
okay
i got a bad b+tch on her way
they playing games but i don’t play
shordy do whatever i say
i’m at the top and you in the middle
step on you like an ant cause you is little
you better watch out we sending a missle
if you want smoke then we’ll pull out the pistol
i got your b+tch she blowing my whistle
when i shoot my shot i always score
like what you hating for
yeah what you waiting for
finna play her like a symphony
stop playing we we’re never meant to be
she want me cause i got the money
d+mn i really kinda find that funny
but she jump on my d+ck like she is a bunny
little baby i swear that you is a dummy
uh huh, yeah
uh huh, yeah
shxwnn (verse):
baby you know how i feel when i’m around you
i’ve been getting money and i’ve been thinking about you
yeah, i go and spend me a bag and make it right back
booted up in the crib, booted up smoking on thrax

p3rkky (verse):
smoking the gas
jump in the whip and we going fast
always in first i’m never in last
if they wanna race they’ll never pass
got me a bustdown to ice out the wrist
and you know it bouta turn on a b+tch
yeah, all of the haters they really my kids
only 15 and you know that i’m rich
they never really saw the vision

shxwnn (verse):
they don’t know how i do this sh+t
b+tch i’m dumb ?? percys b+tch i’m always getting lit
okay
now back to the real talk
i got your b+tch on my d+ck make it liploc
i’m finna boss on these b+tches like rick ross
bullets gon hit him in the head tell that boy to get lost
i am so f+cking tired of this fake sh+t
b+tch get ?? round me cause you always tryna say sh+t
p3rkky (verse):
i’m counting these checks while she giving me top
i’m getting money, i’m getting the guap
they talk about me i don’t give two f+cks
i feel like giannis i play for them bucks
i don’t care what they say about me
i only want my family to be proud of me
they can talk on my name but i

p3rkky (chorus):
spend all my money and make it right back
focused on money yeah getting the racks
don’t know why haters tryna hold me back
they playing defensive i gotta attack
man why do they always think it’s cap
okay
i got a bad b+tch on her way
they playing games but i don’t play
shordy do whatever i say
i’m at the top and you in the middle
step on you like an ant cause you is little
you better watch out we sending a missle
if you want smoke then we’ll pull out the pistol
i got your b+tch she blowing my whistle
when i shoot my shot i always score
like what you hating for
yeah what you waiting for
finna play her like a symphony
stop playing we we’re never meant to be
she want me cause i got the money
d+mn i really kinda find that funny
but she jump on my d+ck like she is a bunny
little baby i swear that you is a dummy
uh huh, yeah
uh huh, yeah



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