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Marilyn Man$on
Yung Fazo
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I'm counting these bands up
I swear my choppa do damage
She wanna hold me for ransom
I get some cash, I advance it
Big bag like Marilyn Manson
We got a whole lotta mansions
Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
I'm counting these bands up
I swear my choppa do damage
She wanna hold me for ransom
I get some cash, I advance it
Big bag like Marilyn Manson
We got a whole lotta mansions
Tell her it's so automatic
Don't love the fact that she off a Xanny
I gotta swerve in a Caddy
You finna slide in a taxi (Woah)
Fu-Fu-Fuck her one time, let her have it
She tell me, yeah, I'm so sassy
I said, "Bih', you got no daddy"
(Kill)
Fuck this beat up, I want it badly
Look how they count me out sadly
While I'm here counting up rackies
Yeah, yeah, know how bad I wanted this
Now I'm sitting here, the Cartier
The diamond blinging, covered up my wrist
I just had to go and drop a tape that's full of hits
I hit 'em wit' this shit
I'ma hit up all the hoes, yeah
We call the guys, yeah, we staying at the Ritz
They ain't know I could do it like this
They ain't think I was stepping like this
Walk outside and I'm taking yo' bitch
She like, "Tell me, what's that on your wrist?"
And you know (Yeah)
And I know it get hard, but I chose me
So I just gotta move on (Yeah)
You could see how I been moving
Level up, oh, yeah, the shit I been on (Yeah, yeah)
Know a lot of people hate me
But I'm good, I know I didn't do nun' wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I do not need one's approval
Don't fuck with me, yeah, so then move along (Yeah)
I never did nun' crazy
I just fuck 'round, make a whole lotta songs (Songs)
Y'all thought y'all could count me out
But it's okay, y'all finna watch me move up (Yeah)
She a dancer (Wow)
Ran them bands up
You talk on the low, you get blammed up
I'm the second brown boy, yo', I'm like damn, yeah
As a kid, I just would hope I got fans, yeah
Oh, I met Charli D'Amelio, yeah, ain't that random?
I only like really pretty hoes, yeah, not no fan, yeah
I got like 12 coming off the jet, yeah, when we land, yeah
I'm counting these bands up
I swear my choppa do damage
She wanna hold me for ransom
I get some cash, I advance it
Big bag like Marilyn Manson
We got a whole lotta mansions
Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
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