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quez – all hunnits lyrics

(hook)
young n-gg- playin with a check, i got all hunnits
young n-gg- playin with a check, i got all hunnits
young b-tch, pull up in the vip, she want all of it
young b-tch, pull up in the vip, she want all of it
young n-gg- playin with a check, i got all hunnits
young n-gg- playin with a check, i got all hunnits
young n-gg- playin with a check, i got all hunnits
young n-gg- playin with a check, i got all hunnits

(verse)
young n-gg-, playin with them benjies, i got all hunnits
young n-gg-, playin with them benjies, i got all hunnits
shawty know a young n-gg- getting it, she want all of it
shawty know a young n-gg- getting it, she want all of it
yea, lil mama bossin
shawty sure don’t know, don’t worry bout this it’s all bullsh-t
alexander mcqueen, you probably lost it
bust shawty show the new lil red bottoms i bought ya
and girl you know i got it on me right now (i got all hunnits)
we ain’t countin dubs, ain’t no fifties (i got all hunnits)
we a pay the ticket, ain’t no trippin (i got all hunnits)
if you don’t know by now then b-tch just listen (i got all hunnits)

(verse)
young n-gg- playin with the gwala
run into the set like pala mala, i got commas on the corner
yo b-tch, she f-ck with my pimpin, you mad yo pockets on empty
i’m whippin and cookin a kimberly
my diamonds gon make you remember me
young rich n-gg-, you don’t know nothing bout it, pull up in a audi
sippin on foly, my b-tch from the tracks
i’m sellin narcotics, putting yo b-tch on the molly
suckin it, look at me like i’m a jolly rancher, you n-gg-s amateurs
one to the money, i got so much style
making the movie without no camera
offer the truth, i pull in the coupe, subtracting the roof
b-tches, they come out the group
smoking on gan like i’m snoop
well n-gg-s salute
you n-gg-s ain’t making no noise, you n-gg-s on mute
you a square from delaware
my b-tches got long hair
they cooking the dope with no underwear

(verse)
chyeah, i got a check
i’m in magic city f-ckin up a check
if a young n-gg- f-ckin up the city
you owe me money, send my young hoe the gold bentley
that cash hanging out my pocket, go by with the rocket
mammy in love with follies, i be up in that b-tch on friday
got a young moby on that molly
but she know she about her profit
and a young n-gg- gotta stay probably
cuz you knowthem n-gg-s out here watchin
all hunnits, no 20’s
eatin good, no windows
i smash em and i’m finished
little coupe, be easy
young n-gg- playin, young n-gg- got it on them
pull up to the hood in a sp-ceship
f-ck around, strolling through them this year

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