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yung zyrex - money drought lyrics

[chorus]
better watch that n-gga like a motherf-ckin’ stakeout
ran up pistol whipped that n-gga made him blackout
better not test me i’ll make you tap out
you broke as f-ck boy yo pockets on a money drought
i ain’t mike tyson but i’ll hit you with the knockout
fifa 18 b-tch i never got a walk out
yes i’m a rich n-gga i don’t give handouts
b-tch i’m finna blow up, you ain’t got no clout
you is a musty n-gga go hit the shower
you’s a broke n-gga you be waitin’ for the happy hour
make a n-gga sprint, run away like it’s rush hour
bought a new whip and it got h-lla horsepower
ap on my wrist and my diamonds going psycho
gave a n-gga fifteen like he at geico
these n-ggas stay goofy yeah they stay playin’ halo
f-ckin’ on his b-tch so he know i ain’t playin’ hoe

[verse 1]
better back up n-gga this a automatic
try me you don’t wan’t no motherf-ckin’ static
i will end your life and that sh-t will be tragic
you are f-cking lame you’re the orlando magic
no i’m not an addict
i’m mr. fanstastic
i count all my money yeah this sh-t elastic
not lil uzi vert but i got a new patek
i’m a tough n-gga but i am dramatic

[verse 2]
i just copped a patek fifty bands on my wrist
you on a money drought fifty dollars on your b-tch
opps ran up on me thinkin’ i’m a snitch
i just f-cked a b-tch then i threw her in a ditch
i just f-cked a b-tch she was gettin’ h-lla feisty
fifty bands on my wrist now my wrist lookin’ icy
i’m only fourteen but i’ll still f-ck yo wifey
check off the check list like he wearin’ nike

[verse 3]
i’m a lil n-gga and i got a big choppa
i’m the boss around here they call me “big papa”
diamonds on my wrist yeah i got all the water
these n-ggas out here beggin’ and they askin’ for a dollar
i just f-cked that n-gga ex she was h-lla tasty
throwin’ all this money like my name tom brady
if you think you tough, you should go into the navy
shot that n-gga in his hip now he gettin’ shaky

[verse 4]
finna go undercover 21 jump street
n-ggas out here can’t rap they be goin’ off beat
n-ggas out here talkin’ sh-t on twitter hit the retweet
i’m finna be a daddy but i ain’t deadbeat
and you know all my cash green like a gr-sshopper
got my chain made of diamonds, yo sh-t is made of copper
i am a real n-gga call me the body dropper
i am a real n-gga call me the p-ssy popper

- yung zyrex lyrics

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