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pussy, money, weed - killah toni lyrics

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(hook * k!llah toni)
p*ssy, money, weed, yes i need all three
tell you what i’m on bruh

(verse one * k!llah toni)
rollercoaster b*tch, i got highs, i got lows
imma open up shop if you got the dough
if not you broke, keep it over there hoe
i’m tryna run through it like i’m usain bolt
everybody talking bout, oh you insane bro
been rapping since 6, chasing after my goals
sold mary, sold lean, hit lockers for phones
get it by any means, man you know how that goes
seen demons in the night, turn to stains on froze
seen lames tryna roll, but they don’t want no smoke
ain’t the type to chase beef, but if it comes, let’s go
get stabbed in the street if i don’t got no pole
suckers tеaming up, scheming up, same bullsh*t
can’t f*ck with us, we run it up all day, stupid
show lovе to us, come with us, see how we do this
palm trees & sunshine b*tch it’s more than music it’s

(hook * k!llah toni)
p*ssy, money, weed, yes i need all three
tell you what i’m on bruh
p*ssy, money, weed, tell you what i need
gotta keep it honest
(verse two * yxng jay aka jr)
i need p*ssy, money, weed, i want all that
from the land where the motherf*ckers clapped back
i ain’t tripping bout sh*t, i done had that
i’ma k!ll the microphone like i own that
money little b*tch she gon’ fiend that
took her back to the trap, now she seen that
oh my gosh, she a bop with it
go do that the lil’ dance, put your back to it
ayy little baby, i’m an age
i’m a star, can’t f*ck with this wave, wave
imma get it, imma go getter
take your b*tch, cause that b*tch, she don’t know better
p*ssy, money, weed is what they k!ll for
i’m on my sh*t, little bro, you a weirdo
one, two, three, i gotta get low
i feel so hot, so i bought me a fresco, fresco

(hook * k!llah toni)
p*ssy, money, weed, yes i need all three
tell you what i’m on bruh
p*ssy, money, weed, tell you what i need
gotta keep it honest

(verse three * pm ghostie)
late night push up on a sucker 50 in my jeans
selling it with smoke, i’m at his doorstep like a fiend
chopper like to sing, i’m not gon’ lie, call it alicia keys
i ain’t talking monster, bouncing out and we gon’ unleash the beast
bullets hit that n*gga body, if he claim he on the team
f*ck busters and they dead ones, p*ssing on them tees
p*ssy, money, weed, not gon’ lie, that sh*t’s all i see
that’s yo b*tch, not gon’ lie, i left her on seen
mr. break the b*tch back like a chiropractor
chopper gets to banging back to back like some firecrackers
make that sh*t jump like a lowrider
not a stripper, but she always keep the pole by her
mafia ties, got that sh*t tatted all on my flesh
i get tricky, toting 50, i slide to the neck
b*tch, why would i play with some suckers, i slide for the net
we got p*ssy, money, weed, but i want my respect
(hook * k!llah toni)
p*ssy, money, weed, yes i need all three
tell you what i’m on bruh
p*ssy, money, weed, tell you what i need
gotta keep it honest

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