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the game - pussy money weed lyrics

p-ssy money weed
(feat. kid red, lifestyle and ben j)

look momma, i’m a chiefer, smoking on a reefer
i know you say you can’t suck d-ck but i’m a teach ya
bad lil b-tch, yea i think that i’m a keep ‘er
and she can’t miss school so i f-ck ‘er on the bleacher
got the models on deck, got them hoes in check
all these b-tches know my name so my pull gettin’ wet
i’ll be rollin’ rollin’ rollin’, off that potion we be bongin’
we be smokin’, we be joinin’ till they keep their party goin’
i’ll be high, i’ll be low, you try to row a b-tch, let’s go
if you did not put men on my weed then you can hit my jawn

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and all b-tched branded
tatted on the p-ssy, jordan’s and some spandex
rolling up the cookie, please understand that she tryna f-ck me but i’m a make ‘er f-ck my man now
poppin’ bottles like new year’s eve and we standin’ on the couch screamin’ p-ssy money weed
in the club blowin’ trees so these b-tches wanna leave
and she ain’t even trippin’, daddy spendin’ on her weed
yea, and all my b-tches they exotic
it’s a party in her mouth and i’m her nuts so i’m invited
i will suck it, i will bite it, i will f-cking start a riot
got that cush in my pocket and i’m selling like a parent ah
f-ck, it’s miley cyrus
who the f-ck is miley cyrus?
it’s a party at the crib and it’s private

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ah, that’s all i know about in this lifestyle
put a dollar on a p-ssy and i wipe it down
cool motherf-ckaz, we don’t tolerate clowns
we in this young life, care less, smoke rounds
below homie steve i hang ‘er with a pou’
the bed call me game, hold that sh-t down
i’m ’bout to get this motherf-cka game a new song
f-ckin’ relief, they don’t know i’m with the fam
ridin’ ’round in my city
smoked out i’m driftin’
everybody, brother, sister, cousins chases f-ckin’ bailin’
that b-tch f-ckin’, she guilty
i ride that and get filthy
we hop by so get liftin’
i smoke strong, that sh-t will be a simpsons boy
and young boys get offended boy
me, i’m just handlin’ this grown man dennis boy

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