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SHMONEY

Yung Destiny
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Wake up everyday like gotta get this shmoney You know s*** ain't sweet boy why you think it's funny Put that stick down nigga man jus get on yo s**** It be the ones who be thinking they Gangsta that really get hit I'm ridin Round in a Mazda Boy you don't really want problems I come and find ya Did all that shi now I'm gettin a check They playin games then it's Russian roulette Been in this shi don't u ever forget Know they fukked up they ain't give me uh chance Fukk all you niggas that owe me that's debt I know they just talking they don't really want no problem I'm just tryna run up all this shmoney bitch I'm ballin If it ain't bout shmoney then mmm don't even bother Bother B**** don't even Bother Tired of pussy niggas tryna play me like I'm broke Say something again and up this Glizzy at yo throat cin't tryna be bothered because allll y'all do the most Be seein what y'all post cnd thats why I stay ghost Fukk nigga I ain't yo host Don't fukk around don't come around don't fukk around and get smoke cin't gon lie I was just broke The demon had awoke I'm Drippin like I'm yolk I'm losing control Just Leave me alone Wake up everyday like gotta get this shmoney You know shit ain't sweet boy while u think it's funny Put that stick nigga man jus get on your s*** It be the ones who be thinking they Gangsta that really get hit I just popped a perky that shot straight up to head Pulled off in a scatty horse talkin like Mr.Ed Talking to much shit like they done really bump day head Ima get lokked up they ever put bread on my head Niggas really hidin they some bitches they jus scared Only thing I ever cared about was Gettin feed ain't never ducked no fade bitch i be stumping on they head Broke niggas be talking like bitches come get yo mans You don't know the thoughts that just be sittin in my head Demons right beside me but I think they want me dead Knew something was wrong my fav color is red can not trust a thing these niggas pigeons with bread Don't ask nobody about me Know that they don't like me I can turn a piece into a whole if it's the right piece Gettin mad too much aggression try to beat a hoe up I can't stop my mind from telling myself ima blow up