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all there - slump6s lyrics

[intro: yung bans]
huh, yeah
yeah
let’s go, let’s go

[chorus: yung bans]
i just woke up, checked my bank account and it’s all there
on 1100 with the slatts, yeah, we all here
free my brother melly, swear my n*gga been locked up all year
took a n*gga main and paint her face, we can all share
tall skinny n*gga, she say i look like a ball player
i don’t do no malls, you know everything i got rare
lit this b*tch up, my neck look like a chandelier
b*tch, my neck look like a chandelier

[verse 1: yung bans]
if i’m [?], it ain’t on the market
[?] martian
off of this earth, i feel like a martian
hop in the sp*ceship and i start it
all of my b*tches look like barbies
rockstar, ed hardy
all these rap n*ggas be garbage
got me stayin’ with playboi carti

[verse 2: slump6s]
i just woke up, checked my bank account and it’s all there
i’ve been gettin’ rack on rack on rack and it’s all year
mink coat, got fur all on my back, like a tall bear
he was talkin’ on a neck, now his boy is a polar bear
i’ma count a hundred bands, lil’ b*tch
big stick, when he seen, he ran
good drank, yeah, we sip it again
talk down, he [?] again
i’ma f*ck up on her sister again
heat a n*gga like a blister again
i’ma drop another hit again
she all on me ’cause i’m rich, godd*mn
stars on the roof, feelin’ like an alien
a hundred shooters and they all aliens
walk in the party, she all in my face again
i roll another one and i’m facin’ it
big body coupe, man, i feel like racin’ it
[?], i’m always raisin’ it
these n*ggas [?] like a [?]
f*ckin’ the game up, need some maintenance
yeah, money, it’s so high, it’s d*mn near touching god
yeah, life is good like future, i ain’t talkin’ odd
yeah, your lil’ man a loser, he not touchin’ i
yeah, turned him to an angel, we gon’ make him fly
[chorus: yung bans, slump6s, & both]
i just woke up, checked my bank account and it’s all there
on 1100 with the slatts, yeah, we all here
free my brother melly, swear my n*gga been locked up all year
took a n*gga main and paint her face, we can all share
tall skinny n*gga, she say i look like a ball player (woah)
i don’t do no malls, you know everything i do rare (woah)
lit this b*tch up, my neck look like a chandelier (woah, woah, woah)
b*tch, my neck look like a chandelier

- slump6s lyrics

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