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soda (demo) - ski mask the slump god lyrics

[intro: cordae]
d*d*daytrip took it to ten (hey), hold on, uh

[chorus: cordae]
i got a duffel bag full of cash, n*gga, and i don’t plan to spend it
i seen this music game wasn’t on sh*t, had to put my hand up in it
i know certain n*ggas that’s for certain k!llas, but sh*t, handlin’ business
i like my b*tches bad with a fat ass, i’ll be d*mned if i ain’t hittin’
i got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, n*ggas couldn’t ever leave the crib
i said, “f*ck that sh*t, let’s head to the mall ’cause we young, huh, gotta live”
i know n*ggas growin’ up prematurely, but f*ck it, n*gga, i ain’t worried
hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to n*ggas i ain’t scurry

[verse 1: cordae]
and by any means that’s necessary, designer jeans my hereditary
i f*cked that ho like mid*may just to have a baby by february
like, oh man, crazy as h*ll, this job only pay me a lil’
wonder how a mercedes’ll feel? daydreamin’ ain’t payin’ a bill
uh, watch how i f*ck it up, get back
all these other n*ggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh
lambo truck straight pitch black
shoppin’ at saks on fifth ave, uh, uh, uh
my unborn daughter got a rich dad
first car gon’ be a h*llcat, uh, uh, uh
good gas, boy, we smell that
shoes same cost as chanel bag, uh, uh, uh (hold on, uh)
[chorus: cordae & ski mask the slump god]
i got a duffel bag full of cash, n*gga, and i don’t plan to spend it
i seen this music game wasn’t on sh*t, had to put my hand up in it
i know certain n*ggas that’s for certain k!llas, but sh*t, handlin’ business
i like my b*tches bad with a fat ass, i’ll be d*mned if i ain’t hittin’
i got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, n*ggas couldn’t ever leave the crib (what’d you say? what’d you say, cordae?)
i said, “f*ck that sh*t, let’s head to the mall ’cause we young, huh, gotta live” (okay)
i know n*ggas growin’ up prematurely, but f*ck it, n*gga, i ain’t worried
hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to n*ggas i ain’t scurry (ayy*ayy*ayy, ayy*ayy*ayy, water)

[verse 2: ski mask the slump god]
don’t even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin’ my presence
like a knee, but you closed eyelids (closed)
feelin’ like a menace to society, i’m dennis the menace without sobriety, hold my beer (oh my)
ayy, listen here, to make that kind of money, you gon’ need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (ayy, ayy, ayy, it’s tear)
i ain’t talkin’ rudolph, i’m makin’ it rain, dear (rain)
soundin’ like i’m naruto, talkin’ about pain here (huh), uh, uh, uh
she jackin’ my beanstalk, get that?
golden goose, had to get your b*tch back, uh, uh, uh
you n*ggas need to go and get your drip back
mismatch, need the milk, similac, uh, uh, uh
probably took a catnap and still in my peripheral (woo)
keepin’ it with the nat*nats, uh, uh, uh
i’ma ace this blackjack, schoolin’ ’em
on how to handle the rock like i’m jack black, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh*uh*uh (get it)
hot as grand crayon sand scorpion critter
radioactive, i broke the emitter
you bitter, actin’ like unpaid babysitter (you bitter)
uh, uh, uh, uh (bitter)
flow sharper than any arrow in robin hood quiver
sh*t on the p*ssy, shovel over the kitty litter
stay with the stick and the misfit, i’m master splinter (hold on, uh, uh)
[chorus: cordae]
i got a duffel bag full of cash, n*gga, and i don’t plan to spend it
i seen this music game wasn’t on sh*t, had to put my hand up in it
i know certain n*ggas that’s for certain k!llas, but sh*t, handlin’ business
i like my b*tches bad with a fat ass, i’ll be d*mned if i ain’t hittin’
i got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, n*ggas couldn’t ever leave the crib
i said, “f*ck that sh*t, let’s head to the mall ’cause we young, huh, gotta live”
i know n*ggas growin’ up prematurely, but f*ck it, n*gga, i ain’t worried
hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to n*ggas i ain’t scurry

- ski mask the slump god lyrics

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