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letra de 1000 - lil pinky

[verse]
you keep it a hunnid i keep it a thousand
you smokin’ the mids while i’m blowin’ the loudest
got so many hunnids i need an accountant
i’m tired of countin’ my money i round it
the money kept coming, nothin’ to worry bout’
got to them hunnids, my cup is dirty now
f-ck with my chick, bustin’ a 30 round all to the chest he look like stephen curry now
nothin’ has changed i still do what i wanna
get to them dollas i get to them commas
pinky the prophet been bringin’ in profit off hittin’ them l1cks yo i do what i gotta
i get the swagger the swag from my daddy
i’m turning the trashiest b-tch into cl-ssy
making the cl-ssiest b-tch do the nasty
she poppin’ her poppin’ her p-ssy like acne
i just been ballin’ out without a budget
she keep on screamin’ lil pinky i love it
broke motha f-ckas still trynna get fronted
like stay out my lane if you ain’t gettin’ money
i’m pushin’ i’m pushin’ i’m pushin’ the weight
all of this sh-t is about gettin’ paid
you casually early i’m casually late
trappin’ out trappin’ out trap out the bank
servin’ i’m servin’ i’m servin’ the fiends
lil pinky lil pinky done been on the scene
i do the sh-t that you did in your dreams
don’t ask for a feature cause that sh-t ain’t free
shoutout to sosa i keep it 300
mo f-cka run it up run it up run it
i just been ballin’ out without a budget
that mo f-ckin’ d-ck is so deep in her stomache
i call it the come up the come up the come up
you got a problem then why don’t you run up?
i been hustlin’ until the sun up
a b-tch got a mouth then i tell that b-tch shut up
you talkin’ bout’ drama i don’t wanna hear it
like f-ck all your problems please don’t let me near it
if the b-tch mine then i’m not gonna share it
they say that my raps are so god d-mn satiric
i say what i wanna, no one can stop me
she get this stick like it’s mo f-ckin’ hockey
you know my wrist is so mo f-ckin’ rocky
i just frontin’ like it was a hobby
she givin’ me givin’ me givin’ me mouth
milkin’ that d-ck like a mo f-ckin’ cow
p-ssy a royalty give it a crown
so many b-tches i can’t even count
i’m lost in the sauce, shout out to gucci
i got the club goin’ up on a tuesday
i get to the get to the get to the booty
these b-tches these b-tches all in the jacuzzi
lil pinky lil pinky lil pinky lil pinky
he got the b-tches in just a bikini
b-tches so clingy sayin’ that they need me
the b-tches these b-tches they comin’ so easy
that mo f-ckin’ p-ssy been wet like an ocean
i’m gonna hit it til’ that p-ssy swollen
if her legs open then i’m gonna go in
i’m readin’ her body language like a poem
i’m flexin’ i’m flexin’ i’m flexin’ i’m flexin’
vvs’s thats all on my on necklace
i’m doin’ i’m doin’ this sh-t to the extra
i’m puttin in work homie don’t even question it

- lil pinky

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