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money machine - frosty flakes lyrics

[hook: yung dylan]
money machine
i on the percs, i ain’t sippin’ no lean
dope ran in fisher, but i am not mean
i shine this sh-t up just like mr. clean

[verse 1: yung dylan]
hop out a uber, i smell like febreze
might be so sick, it be sick like a sneeze
i hit the quickscope, and then i join faze
your sh-t so weak and your sh-t do not faze, me
money and sleep’s all i need
when i be writing you read
my neck be yellow like pee
na-na-na suck on my feet
you play but i do-re-mi
comin’ straight at you with heat
my meat is what your girl eat
yuh

[verse 2: yvng hung]
and i stay highkey rarted out here
(i sound so white)
simpson type beat, i stay golden tone
hand on my d-ck, when i’m in my zone
finesse on your b-tch, i’m getting my bread
grinding to keep, my family well fed
you know that i stay, spitting these rhymes
gm type beat, i’m 4k all time
bust on a b-tch, i don’t do no sus’ sh-t
don’t tell the feds, you best just shush it
now digestive type beat, you know i flush it
my d-ck be dangerous, you better not touch it
grinding my check to get to the chicken
f-cked on my bih, gave her a d-ckin’
spanish type beat, i stay eating pollo
f-cked on that bih, made her ayo-yo

[verse 3: yung dylan]
my wrist broken but i still ball
but i don’t spend no money at all
out of all the rappers who’s the hottest of them all
it’s for sure the one in the mirror, mirror, on the, wall
stop sleeping on me, i can hear you snore
i don’t like to open up, unlike a door
every time she post, she get two hunnid likes
tag me then she get one hunnid more
i take your girl to the movies
finna slurp on her, like a smoothie
so now you can call your girl a groupie
what-what’s in my -ss?
oh it’s a fist
if you hate on me, you on santa’s naughty list
my money like my d-ck, it don’t exist
i sh-t on my desk, make the teacher p-ssed

[outro: yung dylan]
these kids take away from the fun
they say they want smoke but always run
you got hunnid bands i got none
i hit ’em with the snowball not the gun

- frosty flakes lyrics

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