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letra de off of me - tremayne

ain’t no type of money they can offer me/
y’all know all this sh-t they get it off me/
and you know they p-ssy they try to offer me/
if it’s f-ckin stinky get it off me/ what you f-ckin thinkin? getting off me/
ain’t no type of money they coulda offered me/
hey, and people yeah they want it all for free/
and if ya ain’t talkin bout that money, get it off me/
hey ya it’s paycheque money, ye they get it off me/
if ya ain’t talkin bout that money get it off of me/
i be movin back and fourth, ps in the f-ckin back/
hey they hatin on me, supreme on the tag/
hey you f-ck b-tches always on attack/
p-ssy good, p-ssy good i eat it as a snack/
once i call her one time, i never call her back/
yes are so good, b-tch, yeh you’ll never get her back
hey, f-ck her 69, i hit her from the back/
i f-ckin smell it smell it through the bag/
mmmm, i’m laughin’ laughin’ laughin to the bank/
big bands, supreme bags yeah for all the cash/
yes she wanna smash, money ima make it fast/
paycheques stuffed up in the bag, i get em in advance/
people hating on me, yes you guess who wears the pants/
independent, ice, upon my pendant, nice!!!/
n-gga heyyy, get it all for free/
they want it all for free, get up off of me/
nothin’ no cash, you could offer me/
no -ss, no br–sts, you could offer me/
you know the girls are f-ckin sk-nky, they try to offer me/
p-ssy, but yalli know i get it all for free/
p-ssy, you know i’m making money ima eat/
p-ssy, that’s why i’m f-ckin laughing in my sleep/
hey f-ck it, get up off me/
if you ain’t talkin bout money get up off me/
hey that p-ssy stanky get up off of me/
5 – 0 on the line, n-gga get up off of me/
think i’m feelin blind n-gga get up off of me/
hit her from behind then i get her off of me/
f-ck your b-tch you know she bad, she a fkn freak
she call my phone hey yeh she blows it every week/
hey you think it’s my fault, turn her into freaky/
b-tch is freaky, f-ck her deep so she ain’t leakin/
dat sh-t ain’t leakin/ good good up at the telly/
laugh laugh till this sh-t gon’ get smelly/
hey you f-ck wit me, ima bust to melon/
cops ain’t gonna stop me, never be a felon/
n-ggas real, non of them ain’t gon be tellin’/
n-ggas real, reasons why they tip the teller/
cheat on a b-tch, n-gga then i never tell her/
hey she suck a d-ck and fill it nutella/
spread legs, spread them ya just like nutella/
haay haaay haay f-ck this sh-t man, haay dis some f-ckin gangsta sh-t boi

- tremayne

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