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punching power - unkle d money lyrics

[intro: rio da yung og]
(f k!lled it)
yeah
we got another one

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
i don’t know what i got stashed, it’s somewhere near a hundred thousand
yeah, it’s summer, but we grabbin’ k’s and making haunted houses
what you want for the p*ssy? i got a couple hundred dollars
hit the work and knocked a fiend down, i got some punching power
wish the plug took visa, n*gga, i be punching powder
’bout to cook a brick of nines, it’s gon’ take a couple hours
the way i cut the white girl, might mistake me for michael myers
baggin’ fetty without gloves, i gotta take a f*cking shower
i mixed thе dope in ten minutes, but hе paid me for an hour
i can get a n*gga whacked while i’m playing with my toddler
did that sh*t for nothin’, sometimes i be playing with the power
you got a deuce of act’, let me trade you for a thousand dollars

[verse 2: unkle d money]
just a young mack n*gga in that one bag
please don’t ask me how to scam, this ain’t a punch class
love my lil’ project b*tch, smart mouth with a dumb ass
rps to get high, b*tch, i’m young, i don’t bust fast
took a field trip on the bus, orange slices in my lunch bag
got shook down, i ain’t trip, i just tucked ’em in my nuts fast
she tryna throw the p*ssy on me, ’cause i rap or ’cause i punch bags?
turnaround, we don’t trip on the money ’cause it come fast
[verse 3: rmc mike]
what the f*ck goin’ on? n*gga, let me know
she suckin’ d*ck, but i already bust, b*tch, let me go
i bust a nut, she put it to the side for some edge control
go anywhere out genesee county and i’m takin’ pole
this free money got n*ggas stuntin’, but it won’t last long
two years of rappin’, i ain’t never made a bad song
mad as h*ll, i just called my pastor off the trap phone
humble dude, but i’ll send some shots if you act wrong
pocket full of pills, on my way to make some dog sh*t
i can’t even sell a twenty, unky came all brick
told you once before, my team on top of the ball list
i’m comin’ out the house with three guns like i’m paul chris

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
blowin’ cavities, wonder why these p*ssy n*ggas mad at me
a six of act’, two percs, and one black, i lost my gravity
me and rmc mike f*cked the rap game up drastically
‘bows of glue for twenty*two out the bas*m*nt, this ain’t no cali weed
you see the groves on the front, this a g5
okay, this how it went, he bought a gun, shot at me, then died
d money say he got some straight drop and his bins fire
i need an oxycontin 30 right now, i ain’t a 10 buyer

[verse 5: babys world]
fifty*eight racks for a watch, yeah, i went to emmitt
emerald cuts all in the clock, man, you n*ggas finished
then i went and bought my mom a drop, she was complimented
auntie still huntin’ for them boxes, said she know we winnin’
auntie used to f*ck around with rocks, now she know the limit
yeah, ex*b*tch all on my jock, tell that ho forget it
we don’t give a f*ck about no wop, ’cause you know we richer
eighty thousand, spent that on a crop, that’s a great percentage
[verse 6: rmc mike]
told ri, “let me see the pint, i’m finna drop a six”
jizzle need a twelve*car garage, he keep droppin’ whips
bust a right, then bust another left, i’m finna drop the clip
n*ggas tryna drop all these scams, i finna cop a bent’
twenty ball on ice when i come charm
i can never shoot the drac’ slow, i like to bump fire
plugged the f*ck in, n*gga, i can get a bum hired
bust the glock, he tried to get away, i shot the front tires

- unkle d money lyrics

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