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fweago - spaceghostpurrp lyrics

[intro]
rest in peace my n*gga jitt (toasty)

[verse 1]
can’t get a job
hustle for the money
you ain’t gettin’ b*tches
if you ain’t got money
now ain’t that funny
money is my god
i worship money
money is my lord
ain’t life hard
when your ass broke
can’t get a job so you try to sell coke
life ain’t a joke
i know what it’s ’bout
you can’t trap coke in the motherf*ckin’ drought
put your fingers up
scream f*ck love
’cause love get you k!lled so you better use a glove
and when i say glove, i’m talking about that rubber
check that b*tch mouth, man, before that b*tch suck you
and if that b*tch f*ck you
you tell the whole world
run your mouth like a b*tch and a little ass girl
if that b*tch f*ck a lot that don’t make her a sl*t
if that b*tch hate rubbers then that ho is a bust
[chorus]
see a n*gga getting cake though
see a n*gga been fweago
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
see a n*gga getting cake though
see a n*gga been fweago
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
see a n*gga getting cake though
see a n*gga been fweago
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
see a n*gga getting cake though
see a n*gga been fweago
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride

[verse 2]
bad yellow bone, kissing on a caramel
i’m sitting there watching while my d*ck hard as h*ll
counting h*lla racks while these b*tches get it in
put the cash in the safe, f*cked her and her friends
doing h*lla sins, you only live once
i wanna get your main b*tch high with the blunts
bummy ass n*gga with a bad ass b*tch
that sh*t don’t mix, so i took that b*tch
n*ggas wanna snitch ’cause they see me getting rich
think a n*gga selling coke but i’m steady making hits
so a n*gga finna sh*t on you lace front tricks
lace fronts in your hair, looking like a dead b*tch
nasa gang in the clique now raiders in the game
b*tch we all want fame so we rep the same thing
n*gga rep yourself, better rep your own gang
nah, i ain’t a hater, but f*ck taylor gang

- spaceghostpurrp lyrics

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