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yung mazi - money off cocaine lyrics

[intro: kevin gates]
yeah, hahaha
ke on the track
[?] that’s funky p-ssy
what you said again?
what the bidniz is?
b-tch, you stupid
who the witnesses?
b-tch, let’s eat

[hook: kevin gates]
money off cocaine, make money off cocaine
p-ssy rappers be talking about it, but never seen it dope game
got it out the mud, in the slum, it’s dangerous
everybody around me on cocaine and angel dust
i swear we eat that dog food, and we stay be turning up
if anybody play, we brrrt brrrt brrrt and burn them up
stay be turning up, turning up
you couldn’t believe we turning up, now turn me up
everybody around me on cocaine and angel dust
if anybody play, we brrrt brrrt brrrt and burn them up
stay be turning up

[verse 1: yung mazi]
(spanish)
i keep drinking like a cooler
2, 2, 3 came with the cooler
now deebre, call mezoter
check he added them calmers
i see you, drama
i see you, t-trauma
scared go to church
my rolley is obama
obama sweets, obama seats
i’m obama to the streets
i’m osama with the heat
my shooters, my k!ller
can’t wait to turn up
can’t wait to count up
can’t wait to turn up
got it out the mud
pouring up the mud
gotta catch me, gotta k!ll me
f-ck the judge
rather count a mill n-gga, f-ck the club
got the devil around me on angel dust
got gates with me, young thug with me
your b-tch with me, just a count up

[verse 2: young thug]
thugga thugga baby
turn up, turn up
play, get bunked up
bs up, run up
my whole crew two gunners
mazi, big bruh
look at her
she rub, too good, d-mn, nerves
young thug vinoice
i got 80 chainz, i got two notes
i’m on miley cyrus, i have your notes
am i best dressed, n-gga? yeah, yeah
got bricks like a motherf-cking project
got bricks like a motherf-cking yeah, yeah
all a n-gga do is make profit
and i’m smoking on the best, n-gga, yeah, yeah
shoot 2000, make 3000
dk on a mother f-cking watcher
dk got a f-cking pocket rocket
dk not gon hesitate to pop it
promethazine, i’m slowed up
i’m poured up
your b-tch wanna cut us, then i mow her

[verse 3: kevin gates]
trust picture focus
rocking presidential rollies
back out the trap here come the cash
i’m about to dash, my foreign fast
do the do the dance, want a kardashian
hustle this fortuitous
(procepable?) in time with peace
i’d rather die a solider
mix the yoda with the soda
c0ke and toyota corollas
my n-gga head got bust open for a f-ck n-gga
my heart broken
big sean know how i’m rolling
take one of mine and i’m going in
ain’t sh-t, shower or shave for 16 days
’till i get that b-tch i ain’t going in
jetlag on my going in
that’s rt8 i’m blowing in
back up camera i hate to use
i’m old school i’m know well
i broke two bricks to show broke n-ggas and hoes gon start i approaching in
if you try around me don’t let me shake that because if i come back it’s over then

- yung mazi lyrics

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