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moneybagg yo | funk flex | #freestyle126 - moneybagg yo lyrics

(uh)
(yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(aye)

can i be real ?
can i vent ?
i got some motherf*ckers tryna test my gangster like i ain’t built for this sh*t
i got different b*tches textin my phone talkin bout time we ain’t spent
i went and bought my mom a new home for times we couldn’t pay the rent
if i get caught with this dope and this gun do you know how much time i’d get
i’m on some federal sh*t
i’m rollin the weed and poppin some beans so i’m on some medical sh*t
she playin wit the p*ssy won’t give it to me
say she on settlement sh*t
the same hoe f*ckin the city now she on some playin innocent sh*t
heard they gonna take my chain word of mouth
(aye)
since i got fame n*ggas feelin left out
(aye)
you wanna try but you know what i’m bout
(aye)
i’m wit the gang they gon air this b*tch out
(aye)
n*ggas could put the best right in my face and you still couldn’t see me
i pour a four and then drunk me an eight all you see is drank when i peepee
i’m rockin a quarter milli worth a jewelry these diamonds they shinin they vv
i got your b*tch in the bathroom open we f*ckin like niko and mimi
i went hard wit it i beat it up i might catch me a dv
them hitters will shake your spot right now if i point my finger like i’m et
i can’t lie i’m addicted i’m sprung i put the ac in fiji
i’m smokin that thrax, my swag to the max
i’m young and fly no dc
n*ggas ain’t gettin money so they talkin moneybagg
b*tches in they feelings cause i left em in the past
i draped in designer one thing you can’t buy is swag
ain’t talkin bout no sprint, but i ran up that money fast
my n*ggas like that crash money
just secure that bag money
50 on the glock if you run up than you a crash dummy
i wake up and blow a bag
just dropped two stacks on sneakers
smokin loud no speakers
countin money, yeah i’m bout the cheese velveeta
she like “bagg you triflin” cause i asked to burn a head in this two*seater
she tryna hang, tossin wit the gang
parole in the house like demeter
(aye)
they say i got ghost writers n*ggas come up wit anything, sh*t pitiful
(aye)
you lookin at the superior, the choppa knock out his interior
(aye)
i’m tryna get some extras
ima f*ck up had stretch some
i know these n*ggas ain’t straight at all
i just play chess not checkers
pop a pill than i sip some yellow now i’m scratchin like i got eczema
ima f*ck her had to get back
she f*cked my n*gga for some get back
n*ggas textin where his b*tch at
to my number how he get that
all them people didn’t want f*ck wit me then, i made em regret that
(aye)
nike i’m like where the check at
keep grindin n*gga, bet that
(aye, aye)
keep grindin n*gga, bet that
(federal)

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