My All
Stoner x Madusa
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Stoner Yeah Skrrr Cash Sauce Lit Oo Oo, Gas Drugs Lit I don't give a f*ck Run it up Ay Lit as f*ck Dripped up I put in my all On the grind gotta ball Run it up Don't hold me up I got money callin what the f*ck is up Bitches on my dick I really do this shit Niggas be talkin' and cappin F*ck all of that I'm on the way to another lick Jugg and finesse Designer fresh I'm a walkin sto I got the work with me Paper chasin on the way to that money I ain't got time to waste Get the f*ck out my face If it ain't about pay I'm juggin everyday I had to make a way Everyday chasin pay I got sauce drip Ay Shawty love my lingo Fly as f*ck High as f*ck Glock tucked Fully loaded up Nigga don't play with me Shit a get real Juggin finessin I do this for real Trappin & stackin we not with the cappin Run it up add it Run it up add it I make that work turn ta money like magic On the road to that money Catch me and traffic She wanna f*ck with me I cannot f*ck with her I just might f*ck & pass her to my brother Oo Everything new Passin' hoes to the crew Got hundreds and they blue Ay On the grind everyday Where that money at We on the way Skrrt Skrrt Ay F*ck all that talkin Juggin and bossin Ice on me shinin I got it from grindin Got it out the mud F*ck with the plug Servin' and workin F*ck all that purpin Nigga don't play with me Shit a get real Juggin finessin I do this for real Trappin' and stackin We not with the cappin Run it up add it Run it up add it Nigga don't play with me Shit a get real Juggin finessin I do this for real Trappin' and stackin We not with the cappin Run it up add it Run it up add it Run a hundred need a hundred by the end of summer Say she fucking wit cuz I got a hundred Cut they ass off they ain't keep it 100 Yeah, Two guns Keep four clips Got two bad hoes on my dick Callin her yo ho missing Had ta shoot a nigga For a penny pinching These niggas got caught They don't know how to move I run up a check A milli comin' soon I got too many bricks I had to make room Nigga too high put his head up on the moon Check after check bitch you know what come next Go invest in a pack i need a hundred stacks Said she fuckin' with me But her ass too flat Ball head bitch Head full of patches Cut a hoe off I'm deletein' the message If it ain't about money I can't get a attracted But I f*ck that bitch once She ain't used to a savage And I might plug her in If she can bring the racks in Need a hundred on the back end We don't know him We gon' tax him Pocket rocket ima blast him Cant trust a ho bitch i been a pimp Nigga don't play with me Shit a get real Juggin finessin I do this for real Trappin' and stackin We not with the cappin Run it up add it Run it up add it
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Written by: Rickie Mines, Tyler Bradley
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