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profitbwoy - 72 bars lyrics

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f-ck all that talking yeah i’m bout the money
y’all n-ggas is dancing we calling you honey
i’m drooping out green cause my pockets is runny
y’all wrap n-ggas dead so we calling you mummy

y’all n-ggas is bummy thats word to my momma
swear i won’t stop till i splurge with these commas
stack up this profit and swerve from the drama
and chief on this blunt watch it burn like a sauna

kush be essential this bud come in handy
my pockets so thick you would think its a f-nny
i sit back and plot on these cribs in miami
might get it tomorrow like my name was annie

toke on this grammy like i was khalifa
p-ssy be golden might need to retriever
she said you a b-tch and i think i believe her
just wanted s-x now its time to release her

picture me lifted inside of a condo
that green got me gold i ain’t talking bout rondo
b-tches be loose just to gain them a follow
y’all n-ggas is fairies big shoutout to cosmo

i’m outta this world you could call it a nebula
n-ggas ain’t bout it they fraud like a replica
do it for show boy its clear like a retina
b-tches annoying we call em angelica

rugrattin b-tches be all on my pickle
m’s with my bread you could call it mcgriddle
i knew it was real when i saw that sh-t jiggle
i threw on a jimmy late night ain’t no kimmel

never be hating i’m just countin paper
cash be the crispiest sharp like a razor
pack h-lla purple it play for the lakers
i fathered you n-ggas my last name is vader

bodying beats and i don’t need no b-ss
i’m lowkey with this money i feel like i’m ace
trap n-ggas can’t do this they ain’t got the pace
i ain’t worried bout b-tches they all want a chase

hitting that green like my first name was venus
that backwood be pearled when you pull its the cleanest
got b-tt and got head give a f-ck about beavis
that b-ss coming back you would think thats its jesus

profit is raising like i’m into stocks
sick of my chicken no not talking pox
sh-t h-lla lit so just p-ss me the aux
got hands on them numbers i’m not talking clocks

n-ggas is lame got me flipping the channel
y’all all on my back sh-t i feel like a camel
i rock a bandana like my name was daniel
i step out the crib with a blunt and a flannel

whip full of gas you would think that its windy
i’m cool with these dj’s they calling me vinny
take off my shirt now they calling me gibby
i hold down this heat don’t confuse me with chimney

i pull h-lla strings but i don’t play guitar
hop in the stu with a beat and cigar
hate for no reason i swear its bizarre
n-ggas can’t guard me i ball like jabbar

19 and bout it they calling me reckless
they claim that b-tch gorgeous i’m leaving her breathless
i skate on these n-ggas can’t f-ck with my freshness
my backwood be fat you could match it with precious

hawkin’ these n-ggas like my name was tony
i bop through yo city like i was from coney
y’all n-ggas is babies ya name should be jody
i gave that b-tch d-ck so my name should be moby

rappers can’t do this all they know is mumble
tell em’ to spit and i promise they fumble
zip in my lungs and i bet i won’t stumble
get paid just for talking get ready to rumble

sh-t automatic no switching the gear
f-ck with new n-ggas can’t switch up my peers
drink in my system not sipping a beer
sh-t bout to start and i swear its my year

profit

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