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spongebob & patrick - daemoney lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy, tana, fyethatsh*tup)

[verse]
i say i’m ballin’, i’m havin’, i know they can’t stand it (uh*huh)
i’m tired of bein’ humble, man, i’m turnin’ up my savage
spongebob my xannies, these pink 10s, they patrick (ooh)
i get the red for the cheap, i’m on my mr. krabs sh*t
you lil’ n*ggas like plankton, want my sauce, you can’t have it
i’m tired of n*ggas reminiscing when they used to have it (shut the f*ck up)
it’s money out here every day, you better go and grab it (hah)
the sh*t that i been through, man, you n*ggas couldn’t handle it (not at all)
smokin’ gerski in the presi’ suite, pay the damages (f*ck it)
my babies went and handle it, i gotta pay my savages (my n*ggas)
i got ten in the envelope, no point in rubber bandin’ it (why?)
them bullets hit your head, you gotta shave it on some casper sh*t
know i love a classy b*tch, i don’t want no average b*tch (uh*uh)
i look her in her eyes, now she on that drunk and nasty sh*t (ooh)
twenty*five for the one dips, remember i used to plastic clip (remember?)
kingpin in my blood, i’m the only one tried that scammin’ sh*t (they scary)
spilled the lean on my pants, upped the prices of the denim (d*mn)
you look better than some wock’, i know that p*ssy taste like syrup (ooh)
i’m the n*gga ’bout to take over the city like i’m billups (d*mn)
i did more numbers at detroit mercy than rashad phillips
was taught a million dollars worth of game before i knew ’bout gillie (i was)
we put off*white on our coats every time that it get chilly (yeah)
two hundred on the dash, watch me stab, hat c*cked to the back (skrrt)
glock right in my lap, ain’t no point of havin’ it in the stash
i feel like ivo, i ain’t have no team, i put it on my back (uh*huh)
i stand my ten against whoever, give a f*ck, you big as shaq
i found a lane, put my n*ggas on, now how real is that? (how?)
she asked me what’s my hobbies? i said syrup, music, countin’ racks (that’s it)
too much money all over the country, n*gga, i can’t sit still (uh*uh)
she like, “d*mn, you daemoney? yeah, you a big deal” (daemoney)
van cleef ankle bracelet, that’s just for my b*tch heels (yeah)
boy, you d*ck suckin’ a lot, talkin’ ’bout your rich twin (lame*ass n*gga)
summertime in detroit, i might go white, rich ken
rockin’ buffies, but these are chrome hearts, you a kid
i’m with your bae, sneak off to the a like i’m lou will’
they know i don’t give a f*ck, what can these people do for real? (for real)
talkin’ ’bout you n*ggas beefin’, who the f*ck you n*ggas k!ll? (who?)
n*ggas watched that trap war, now they thinkin’ that they drill (wow)
it be hard to show emotion, but these denim, yeah, they tears
and real sh*t, i’m tired of n*ggas speakin’ on me, that sh*t weird (n*ggas weird)
[outro]
(ayy, tana, fyethatsh*tup)
n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, n*gga, how they live?
show me that sh*t, man
they could never f*ck with me, these n*ggas know just who i am
what the f*ck, n*gga?

- daemoney lyrics

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