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wayne perry - daemoney lyrics

[intro]
phew, phew, phew
yeah
slayers coming
yeah
yeah
[verse]
five hundred dollar fitted, white [?] mike amiri
we don’t do no snitchin, we just hope we get acquitted (yeah)
n*ggas got t*shirts, [?] got a few pendants (c’mon)
[?] more sh*t gone than these n*ggas [?]
drank an 8 to hisself, man that n*gga slay trippin (what)
doin 90 in the foreign, bendin corners, bout to flip it (skrt, skrt)
[?] hands on, i’m just pickin up my digits (yeah)
all sleaze in miami just for pickin up the b*tches (hahah)
i’m in rt in vegas, spending thousands on my britches (fffft, bee)
n*ggas flashin petty money, i just give that to my b*tches
[?] up in the sprite, i’m just sippin what i’m lifting
i turn words into money, sh*t, i guess i’m really gifted (i got it)
i ain’t got on no mikes, these margiela cool greys (stupid)
d*ck suckin and don’t know nun, keep it cool gang
my foreign b*tch got pharma ties, i text her “bring me blues bae”
my closet changing with the seasons, everything get threw away (it so)
count it up so fast, man, the money counter can’t f*ck with me (nah, can’t)
got wayne perry behind me, man, these lil n*ggas ain’t touching me (gun sounds)
i heard the way you rap, man, you lil n*ggas [?]
(these n*ggas on no sh*t) (ain’t never made no money)
i hear you sneak dissing, boy your hoe ain’t got a chance with me (she don’t)
still rocking [?] jeans, stuff em up with bands
buy a supreme tee, chain on me, see it dance (c’mon)
you tryna be me, that sh*t don’t work, go get a bag
her last n*gga was broke, i took that hoe, made her advance
the art of the hustle, i need two thousand for a feature (yeah)
that young n*gga worth something, ain’t no money, i ain’t speaking
overpour my cup, god d*mn, this b*tch leaking (f*ck)
soon as dee crack open that bookbag, this b*tch reeking (yeah)

- daemoney lyrics

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