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trey mash – right now lyrics

(verse 1)
i want my money right now n-gga bring it really faster
i drop ur -ss slower than a big booty dancer
sippin on dat slow while i’m smokin on dat cancer
ran out of breathe like a n-gga got that asthma

k!llin all these n-ggas,deathday on yo birthday
if u got cl-ss its yo motherf-kin 1stday
no days off monday to a sunday
sipp on dat purp i dnt rilly do dat bombay

money ain’t a thing baby welcome to this life
smokin on them paper planes wen i’m takin off my flight
life is darker than an eskom powercut on ur lights
red sneakers,red cap but my pants all white
like ticks on a paper n-gga i’m so alright
if ther ain’t n0body left then i’m goin all right
man ths life iz a b-tch like rachet -ss wife
man this life iz a b-tch like a ratchet -ss wife

[chorus]
woke up this morning with this motherf-ckin vision
i ain’t trippin on em n-ggas k!llem all waz da mission
when i’m sippin on dat purp i want my money right now
i ain’t pimpin all these hoes,want my money right now
[chorus 1/2]
woke up this morning with this motherf-ckin vision
i ain’t trippin on em n-ggas k!llem all waz da mission
when i’m sippin on dat purp i want my money right now
right now,right now,right now,right now

(verse 2)
man i’m jus double cupped and in leaned back
don’t blow purp wit dat loud pack
dat bad b-tch she twistin up,n she bust it out,wit dat p-ssy fat
talked sh-t on his last track nw that n-gga lying down str8 flat
purped up n i got the lean n these bad b-tchz we got that
mollyz on him we drinkin up we dnt gv a f-ck,we don’t pop dat
like a red sign on a street side he f-cked around nd we stopped dat

woke up-realifed dat
talk about it we live dat
we bake bread,n we got head,we break bread n we eat dat

showed up 4 da show late
all i saw waz raw hate
we eatin up all these rap n-ggas,on a dinner table wit a full plate

i p-ssed out coz on kush,weed, wen n-ggas waz drinkin
i trust all my n-ggers,dnt trust wat thy thinkin
thy might catch u slippin
thy say,thy sell crack,n that white thy are whippin
thy sell it to junkies,them n-ggas iz itchin
ur boyfriend beyond g-y,dat nikka iz b-tchin

- trey mash lyrics

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