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money - supershy lyrics

[hook:supershy]
b-tch n-gga hatin’ cuz i took his b-tch now she making me money
you making me laugh n-gga you so funny
i got the tommy why u runnin? bustin 2 shots in yo tummy
n-gga u a dummy, wrap you up like a mummy, leave you bl–dy(x2)

[verse:ls-dom]
b-tch boy be tryna steal my shine cuz i’m so sunny
got a 7 inch and the b-tches love it, yeah it makes me money
tongue does tricks on the cl-t taste sweet like drips of honey
she moans so loud so loud so loud that i can’t hear nothing
hotter than carne asada with salsa you shouldn’t touch me
hot like charmeleon flame, step away you shouldn’t touch me
after i bust she just swallows my c-m & continues sucking
it might be your b-tch but it won’t be your b-tch if she f-ckin’ ugly
throwing them heaters you eat em you need em like dope
live what i’m preachin’ believe it or not i can give two f-cks if you don’t
haunted by demons until this one evening i smoked all my weed with the pope
now i am seeing that if i can think it then i can achieve it fasho
but i’d rather talk about guns when i rap
watch the 4-0 make his brains go splat
running laps around rappers no track meet
you kissin’ on ya girl when she kissed my d-ck last week

[hook]

[verse:supershy] me and ls on the block everyday we just stackin them hunnids
got anything you need but please dont ask me to front it
yo b-tch left you for me an im giving her d-ck and she munchin
feelin me like robutussun
why you mad me it ain’t my fault that you ain’t hustlin’
i got the tommy, if you hatin’ im shooting yo tummy don’t be a dummy
ill eat yo brains, i got the munchies
just kick back and smoke something lets hit the store i got 38 and 44
leavin once they hit the floor, no cops around now lets go
we mobbin, i got yo b-tch riding shotty, b-tch actin like a thottie
but d-mn she got a nice body, and she brought chi to the party
i just might let her f-ck, i just might let her make me a buck
i just might but let her sell all my bud and give her cut, but she not the plug
cuz id rather make that money by my f-ckin’ self
tommy guns leave yo -ss yellin’ for help
lsd and double s don’t f-ckin’ play
we ain’t with no games, best respect, n-gga this blu.sa

- supershy lyrics

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