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half off - mastercard2k lyrics

[verse 1: mastercard2k]
police looking through my window, i can’t even jack off
i ain’t ever wearing designer jeans unless that sh*t is half off
that b*tch at least 300 pounds, i’ma tell that b*tch to back off
iphone methods still hitting b*tch, that sh*t boutta blast off
brodie gave my ass a pound, call that sh*t a hand off
latina mama throw it in the circle, that’s a dance off
shawty she gon’ get to work the second that my pants off
i don’t want the p*ssy but i think that’s why my mans wants
i think that’s what my mans wants
i don’t want the p*ssy cause i’m young, rich, and handsome
boy i gotta get it, you know i’m running all these bands up
if brodie got a line we gon’ pour it in the fanta
if we running in the spot, you know that sh*t is do or die
had a couple moments, mastercard was thinking suicide
all i know is struggle, but i’m chilling b*tch, i usеd to cry
they been saying mastercard is cancellеd, i’ll let you decide
i feel like demi lovato, i’m high as a b*tch
i’m the real hood favorite but i’m not jay critch
how the f*ck you walk into popeyes and order fish
everyone on twitter sucking each other’s d*cks
you couldn’t walk a mile in my f*cking ricks
i thought that b*tch was loyal but she’s a trick
wait a second, i’ma get the flow back
if you sell my ass a zip, i’ma smoke the whole bag
all i do is get the money and i get the hoes mad
try to play me like a dummy then you getting toe tagged
[verse 2: lil kashin mane]
f*cked a milf b*tch
got her man mad, i’m on this drake sh*t
f*cked a b*tch that looked like an escort, n*gga i ain’t pay sh*t
i would’ve got my d*ck sucked by her but had no lip gloss on
scam so d*mn much i had to get another phone
i was even serving re*rock juice n*gga, while my auntie was home
everything i do high, i think i’m j.r. smith
high as h*ll buying billy western’s with some extra clips
high as h*ll, swing in the party, i got an extra d*ck on me
smell like good gas n*gga, i got that sh*t on me
i know some outta town boys, shoot a scene for me
h*ll yeah it’s a scary movie but it ain’t charlie sheen homie
my lil homie had the poker, shoulda key [?]
introduce your main b*tch to the floor, i put her knees on it
b*tch has some nice ass lips, i wanna skeet on em’
turnt the lil b*tch around, i’m finna beat on it
i always kept the lil b*tch around, she finna put her t**th on it
i’m finna set this b*tch off like i’m queen latifah
b*tch i’m smoking loud, lil marc, we gon’ call it reefer
suck my d*ck motherf*cker, that’s what i told my teacher
kicking in the door, at fifth period n*gga, it was me and tone
rest in peace to her soul, n*ggas gotta go
my cousin said what you buy the gun for if you ain’t gon’ use it
pass him the .40, he gonna abuse it
put my d*ck in that b*tch stomach, n*gga like it was feeding tube

- mastercard2k lyrics

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