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slimmy b – new money lyrics

[intro]
sheesh that n+gga jug going crazy

[chorus: yc fame]
ayy, ayy
lil’ b+tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d+ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f+cking wit’ no n+gga if he b+tch made ayy
lil’ b+tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d+ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f+cking wit’ no n+gga if he b+tch made, ayy

[verse 1: yc fame]
blue strips that make your b+tch throw it back on me
i done hit the road once now i’m back on it
tryna touch bands but i still got them racks on me
and i can f+ck your main b+tch ’cause i rap homie
never trust a n+gga, in the end they really act phony
i coulda broke your b+tch off but her back bony
and i ain’t gotta shoot wit’ my n+gga he’ll clap for me
but don’t forget i go boopid wit’ that strap on me
coulda did the off+white’s, i did the track.2’s
i don’t chase sh+t but paid a band for thеse track shoes
big chop with the nuts on it likе a cashew
b+tch act like she want me, i want cash too
better break bread you want me, i ain’t ya last dude
i don’t backtrack, my b+tch wet, we blew past you
sippin’ out the brick, me and slimmy on our last two
young cousin, we on blocks, we the last two
[chorus: yc fame]
lil’ b+tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d+ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f+cking wit’ no n+gga if he b+tch made, ayy
lil’ b+tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d+ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f+cking wit’ no n+gga if he b+tch made, ayy

[verse 2: slimmy b]
meech hit me from the pen and said it’s time to shine n+gga
all these d’s on my neck like i’m tryna blind n+ggas
suckas running from the funk, stop all that f+ckin’ hiding n+gga
don’t make me creep through a n+gga jets and find n+ggas
bankroll with me, might just blow a dime n+gga
glock 21 this ain’t no lil’ .9 n+gga
just popped a perc’ 30, i ain’t poppin’ 5’s n+gga
my lil’ cousin thuggin’ on them suckas line n+gga
ap up on my wrist, you want it? come and try n+gga
free them n+ggas out that cage that’s really doing time n+gga
ain’t no sliding through my hood because it’s vietnam n+gga
and every time my n+ggas slide it’s like we droppin’ bombs n+gga
n+ggas acting like they thuggin’ ’til it’s time to ride n+gga
n+ggas acting like they thuggin’ they ain’t on that time n+gga
f+ck a leg shot b+tch we want a homicide n+gga
i’m the wave, but naw my name ain’t f+ckin’ rod n+gga
n+ggas want me dead so i’m riding with a stick or two
swerving in that benz, probably riding with a b+tch or two
i just popped a perky ain’t no telling what i’m finna do
bounce out on them suckas ain’t no telling who i’m finna shoot
bro just poured a four up in that sprite, i guess i’m sipping too
i just bought a .40 wit’ a stick that’s why i wear denims, broom
don’t make me drop that bag and show you suckas what them k!llas do
rip shied, yeah i’m that n+gga that he living through
n+gga
[chorus: yc fame]
lil’ b+tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d+ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f+cking wit’ no n+gga if he b+tch made, ayy
lil’ b+tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d+ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f+cking wit’ no n+gga if he b+tch made, ayy

- slimmy b lyrics

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