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grwm - moneymarr lyrics

[chorus: moneymarr]
i’m on the block, come get right with me
we them young niggas who come from the city
i got the fifty round, i got the semi
you ride in a bucket, i hop out the bentley
46-28, get this shit in
wrap up the pack, this shit gon’ get sent
shout out my niggas that trap on the bend
two sticks on me, i’m carrying twins

[verse 1]
i’m on the block, ten toes, on my pivot
goofy lil’ niggas tryna fuck up my dribble
b-tches wan’ play, got ’em all in my mentions
break down the glock, fill it up with extensions
fire up on your b-tch, got me pullin’ her inches
ain’t need no perc, that b-tch couldn’t get with me
we still eatin’ ramen, b-tch, shout out to glizzy
pack touch down, young nigga get busy
i ain’t takin’ shorts, man, i don’t take no pity
bad lil’ bald b-tch, ball like a miss
i’m poppin’ my collar, i’m parking lot pimpin’
she wanna her a trial but she don’t want a witness

[verse 2]
if he fuck your b-tch then i’m fuckin’ your sister
me and my niggas, you know we some winners
you and your niggas, i know you pretenders
uuv late at night, we tryna hit him
46-28, that’s where i’m standin’ at
black, he love me, he know where the bud is at
all of that fuck shit, i said that i’m done with
pull up, hop out, and show me where the busters at
pull up, hop out, i show you where the cutters at
goofy lil’ b-tch wanna know ’bout my government
duckin’ indictments, i said fuck the government
all of them niggas know that we ain’t duckin’ shit

- moneymarr lyrics

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