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end that live - moneymarr lyrics

[intro]
yo hustle
uh ooh
yeah
catchin’ a body
uh, uh, uh
uh, ooh

[chorus]
’bout to go make a deposit can’t fit in my pocket them racks how i’m catchin’ them bodies
we goin’ digital hop in that big*body get to flushin’ ain’t worryin’ ’bout mileage
stand on top of the car with the stick and it’s sticky
we got fully ar’s and them b*tches got biscuits
and that life sh*t get hard but you know we gon’ risk it
hop out and make n*ggas hop like crickets
i used to post by the pot i was whippin’ it
f*ckin’ up dough on the block i was trippin’
snakes in my face i ain’t know i was slippin’
got in my glow and that tension got lifted
t gon’ lift with that fully he gifted
n*ggas ain’t havin’ that [?]
just point where they post and my youngin’s gon’ bend it
oh they postin’ on live? n*gga we ’bout to end it
[verse]
f*ck it, we ’bout to end it
i got thе word ’bout the package it’s sent
ridе in that maybach, the one with that 5% tint
i look out and i caught an opp at a glance
when i slide to go k!ll me the devil we dance
g2*3 clip when it’s thick in my pants
i ain’t one of these poo*putts way too advanced
i’m crushin’ your b*tch in a two*point stance, uh
she fly from the west want my bags, uh
got motion i really do drag, uh
you holdin’ that sh*t ain’t no brag, uh
can’t hold me i’m stuck in my bag, uh
it’s smoke in the air can’t go, it’s up
got tris’ and that wock’ pourin’ both in the cup
she missin’ her shot so it’s slow for the sl*t
uh, ooh
can’t be f*cked with you know what i do
can’t slip up gotta know how i move
face shot gang yeah they know how we shoot
[?] can’t go through then i’m callin’ them troops
you movin’ with snakes gotta watch for that deup
on the rip tryna stop sh*t watch for that coupe
i’m a king of my city [?]
like baby say “b*tches they stay in a group”
[chorus]
’bout to go make a deposit can’t fit in my pocket them racks how i’m catchin’ them bodies
we goin’ digital hop in that big*body get to flushin’ ain’t worryin’ ’bout mileage
stand on top of the car with the stick and it’s sticky
we got fully ar’s and them b*tches got biscuits
and that life sh*t get hard but you know we gon’ risk it
hop out and make n*ggas hop like crickets
i used to post by the pot i was whippin’ it
f*ckin’ up dough on the block i was trippin’
snakes in my face i ain’t know i was slippin’
got in my glow and that tension got lifted
t gon’ lift with that fully he gifted
n*ggas ain’t havin’ that [?]
just point where they post and my youngin’s gon’ bend it
oh they postin’ on live? n*gga we ’bout to end it

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