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the fine household - $ilkmoney lyrics

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$ilkmoney’s verse:

i give my n-gga the strap, i let my man sport
dope that i transport all up in my jansport, lil shawty no poppin ‘p, smoking that cancer

ya’ll n-ggas out like evander. run in yo home, n collect what you owe, you be begging n keep sweating n exclaiming yo answers, catching temper-tantrums, shaking like spray-cans n break
dancers, uhh

ya chicken finger-p-ssy n-ggas like snickle-fritz
talking bout flipping ish but a’int even hit a switch

lying on yo d-ck, when you a’int even hit the b-tch
and to be called to cl-ss, you illiterate

petty crimes, n peppers too peter didn’t pick
prolly p-ssy, my holiday coochie lilo-st-tch

6-2-6, be the price of a zip, its the drought, either gram it out, or hit you a l1ck
uhh, uhh
so where we at wit it? outside, never gone’ hide, no black fitted

this that sh-t that make you get yo strap n mask real quick, got yo cash, beat a n-gga -ss, n dash real quick

matter fact, this that kick back, relax wit a pack of 6, no mental matter, just magic, abracadabra b-tch

throw it in the trash bag, paper or plastic, dont even matter because im addin it, uhhh

- ilkmoney lyrics

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