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prrrr - 3kcal & iwe lyrics

ya, b*tch i am getting money watch how far them bands go
yea she here for money she a f*cking fan hoe
b*tch i am comin up and i put it on my gang yo
f*ck with me for money and i show u how to get dough
b*tches f*ck with me cuz they wanna know how goats be
took too many pills and i am moving
really slowly

i can’t get enough, girl you life me off my feet, huh
sick of b*tches lying, i feel like i got a fever
thinking i got lucki, but feel like i need to leave her
yeah, i need to leave her
yeah, i won’t change my ways
every second of the day, b*tch i’m counting paper
all this money on me now, b*tch i’ll make it rain
i don’t need you anymore, b*tch i’ll be okay
(yeah, i’ll be okay, yeah, i’ll be okay)
b*tch, i’m white as h*ll, call me diddy bop
yeah, your b*tch a hoe, yeah, she give me top
shoot yo’ b*tch ass down, then i milly rock
yeah, roll up with the homies, i got plenty on me
got her texting me again, yeah, she say she nosy
i don’t beat up b*tches, i’m not destroy lonely
when it comes to getting money, twiggy call me kobe

i was getting money, i was getting hit by femboys
got a lot of bands on me i am still using android
hating on me but u listen to my music you a f*cking fanboy
uh
imma show you what i do
if you talkin nonsense imma put u on the news
she sucking on my d*ck like she playin on a flute
claiming that she love me but luh b*tch i ain’t yo dude
twiggy listen to me you shoot when i say shoot
b*tch stop talkin on me twiggy u gon finna screw
up uh uh uh
cashin out big money, cashing out big checks
i just got line up b*tch i am lookin fresh
got a lotta diamonds on me b*tch i hit flex
yo control yo b*tch cuz she asking me for s*x

mm, yeah, 3kcal on the scene, yeah, i came to flex
glocky on my hip, you talk back and i’m a get you next
rickies on my feet, ah
i don’t really need ya
yeah, i got iwe as a feature
smoking the opps, yeah, twiggy you chopped, yeah
your b*tch is a thot, she wanna tickle my c*ck, yeah
i got a glock, yeah
i got a glock, yeah
i got a glock, yeah
i got a glock, yeah
i’m a blow up like osama
100 shots up out the whip, cause some drama, yeah
destroy lonely, i’m a bag your f*ckin’ momma, yeah
i got plenty weapons, like the fortnite llama, yeah

f*ckin on yo b*tch, b*tch i am getting rich
ahh
b*tch i am getting rich
percies in my system now i am feeling really sick
she gonna f*ck for my fit
yea
speeding in the highway my shooters in the back uh
b*tch we gonna shoot u cause u hating and you fat uh
school is f*ckin boring so i am geeking of a xan uh
got a bad b*tch wit me and we geeking in a black truck

- 3kcal iwe lyrics

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