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unotheactivist - rap snacks lyrics

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[intro]
i was commander
there’s a difference between me and these n-ggas
uno, i k!lled it
yeah, what? ooh, what?
yeah, yeah, what? yeah
dig, dig, dig
uno, i k!lled it

[chorus]
i’m married to money, that’s facts
all these n-ggas get cap and they rap (cap)
put the bag on your head, that’s a wrap, snack
i get the cheese, that’s a rat snack
baby hit me with the clap back
n-gga clap at me, i clap back
spiffy hit me with that good batch
saint laurent motorcycle patch (dig)

[verse 1]
twenty-five hundred on louis
bit the sauce, i hit him with the ooh-wee
chopper hit him, he might hit the uzi
all these os, i came up from a [?]
is it really me or is she choosy?
f-ck that b-tch and she bad and she bougie
she the type that gon’ brag on her booty
i’ma fill up my bag with that blue cheese
ice my chain and you holdin’ [?]
and i keep me some .40s, no coolers
get some ice and some cream like i’m gucci
tell the b-tch wipe me down like i’m boosie
got some bad hoes but don’t call me boosie
keep a .45, they call me a cutie
we gon’ phase out your trap like a doobie
i’ma act cool when them [?] movin’

[chorus]
i’m married to money, that’s facts
all these n-ggas get cap and they rap (cap)
put the bag on your head, that’s a wrap, snack
i get the cheese, that’s a rat snack
baby hit me with the clap back
n-gga clap at me, i clap back
spiffy hit me with that good batch
saint laurent motorcycle patch (dig)

[verse 2]
might take a trip out to dallas (facts)
i heard they got very good statures (that’s cap)
all of my diamonds are shining (ice)
all your diamonds are made out of plastic
swordfish, i can’t be the cat (dig)
i’m slimin’ a n-gga, need napkins (slime)
i’ma go in her mouth just like candy
i’m a reap it like billy and mandy
mamacita, do you speak american?
i told you i wanna be rich (dig)
i told you i’m gonna be rich (dig)
i told you lil’ n-ggas i’m rich (brrt)
i hit that lil’— (ooh, b-tch)
i hit that lil’ boy with the stick (stick)
my diamonds, they bitin’, they b-tch (lil’ b-tch)
i said i was raised in the kitchen (let’s go)
i think i— (ooh)
i think i drip out my wrist
i think i fresh out my wrist (gucci)
my n-gga rat on your b-tch (dig)
my manager manage your b-tch
manage to take all your bricks
i don’t think you—
i don’t think you built for this sh-t

[chorus]
i’m married to money, that’s facts
all these n-ggas get cap and they rap (cap)
put the bag on your head, that’s a wrap, snack
i get the cheese, that’s a rat snack
baby hit me with the clap back
n-gga clap at me, i clap back
spiffy hit me with that good batch
saint laurent motorcycle patch (dig)



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