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new money - slimmy b lyrics

[intro]
sheesh that n*gga jug going crazy

[chorus: yc fame]
ayy, ayy
lil’ b*tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d*ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f*cking wit’ no n*gga if he b*tch made ayy
lil’ b*tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d*ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f*cking wit’ no n*gga if he b*tch made, ayy

[verse 1: yc fame]
blue strips that make your b*tch throw it back on me
i done hit the road once now i’m back on it
tryna touch bands but i still got them racks on me
and i can f*ck your main b*tch ’cause i rap homie
never trust a n*gga, in the end they really act phony
i coulda broke your b*tch off but her back bony
and i ain’t gotta shoot wit’ my n*gga he’ll clap for me
but don’t forget i go boopid wit’ that strap on me
coulda did the off*white’s, i did the track.2’s
i don’t chase sh*t but paid a band for thеse track shoes
big chop with the nuts on it likе a cashew
b*tch act like she want me, i want cash too
better break bread you want me, i ain’t ya last dude
i don’t backtrack, my b*tch wet, we blew past you
sippin’ out the brick, me and slimmy on our last two
young cousin, we on blocks, we the last two
[chorus: yc fame]
lil’ b*tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d*ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f*cking wit’ no n*gga if he b*tch made, ayy
lil’ b*tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d*ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f*cking wit’ no n*gga if he b*tch made, ayy

[verse 2: slimmy b]
meech hit me from the pen and said it’s time to shine n*gga
all these d’s on my neck like i’m tryna blind n*ggas
suckas running from the funk, stop all that f*ckin’ hiding n*gga
don’t make me creep through a n*gga jets and find n*ggas
bankroll with me, might just blow a dime n*gga
glock 21 this ain’t no lil’ .9 n*gga
just popped a perc’ 30, i ain’t poppin’ 5’s n*gga
my lil’ cousin thuggin’ on them suckas line n*gga
ap up on my wrist, you want it? come and try n*gga
free them n*ggas out that cage that’s really doing time n*gga
ain’t no sliding through my hood because it’s vietnam n*gga
and every time my n*ggas slide it’s like we droppin’ bombs n*gga
n*ggas acting like they thuggin’ ’til it’s time to ride n*gga
n*ggas acting like they thuggin’ they ain’t on that time n*gga
f*ck a leg shot b*tch we want a homicide n*gga
i’m the wave, but naw my name ain’t f*ckin’ rod n*gga
n*ggas want me dead so i’m riding with a stick or two
swerving in that benz, probably riding with a b*tch or two
i just popped a perky ain’t no telling what i’m finna do
bounce out on them suckas ain’t no telling who i’m finna shoot
bro just poured a four up in that sprite, i guess i’m sipping too
i just bought a .40 wit’ a stick that’s why i wear denims, broom
don’t make me drop that bag and show you suckas what them k!llas do
rip shied, yeah i’m that n*gga that he living through
n*gga
[chorus: yc fame]
lil’ b*tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d*ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f*cking wit’ no n*gga if he b*tch made, ayy
lil’ b*tch throw it back for a strip, ayy
if she do it on the d*ck i might tip, ayy
enough money in my jeans to get your rent paid
and i ain’t f*cking wit’ no n*gga if he b*tch made, ayy

- slimmy b lyrics

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