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plush sanches - money lyrics

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yeah, dig what the f-ck going on forreal forreal. aye i appreciate all the love i promise forreal forreal all my: folks, pandas, supporters, everybody. can’t say it enough
get burned with that burner. turner the burner. keep me two glocks like i’m murda. ar15 it’s gone jerk you. ice dripping sauce like its bourbon. ar15 it gone hurt you. d-ck on that glock its gone murk you. all of my n-gg-s gone murk you. yeah. all of my n-gg-s some i swear they be lurking. hundred rounds under that stick, pull up and let that sh-t hit, and they be talking. n-gg- pull up and they murking. all of my n-gg-s they wolves. swear they gone hurt you
hang up the phone. you don’t want no money. look, you chasing these you don’t want no money. f-ck off my phone, you don’t want no money. you chasing these hoes you don’t want no money. ar15 with the beam, and they gone aim at your head. aim till you dead. clip be so long like a dread. n-gg- ain’t sparing no speds. we got that gas if you hurting. n-gg- pull up he get murked. hundred rounds under that stick. n-gg- get murked if he lurking
swear all my n-gg-s some demons and they gone aim with the semi, and they gone aim at your melon. ar15 there ain’t no missing. flipping that pack everyday, yeah we gone get it. stack up them riches. we went from rags to riches. all of my n-gg-s they demons. pull up and aim with the semi. hit right straight in your melon. took to much losses i turned to a boss. pockets so fat that i call them rick ross. she giving head so i guess she the boss. diamonds so bright that they bringing in moths. you dig!
hang up the phone. you don’t want no money. look, you chasing these you don’t want no money. f-ck off my phone, you don’t want no money. you chasing these hoes you don’t want no money. ar15 with the beam, and they gone aim at your head. aim till you dead. clip be so long like a dread. n-gg- ain’t sparing no speds. we got that gas if you hurting. n-gg- pull up he get murked. hundred rounds under that stick. n-gg- get murked if he lurking



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