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letra de shmoney - wilson ransom

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(crew, blew)

(yeah)

(pop-pop, pop-pop)

(pop-pop, pop pop pop)

me and my boy in the stu

we cookin that sh-t, way harder than you huh yeah (you)

you know it’s shmoney the crew huh (shmoney)

run up on me you get blew huh (bah)

i’ma put you on a t-shirt

i’ma put you on game like a teacher (ya)

i don’t think i really need her (nah nah)

told her suck on that d-ck till ya motherf-ckin’ knees hurt

me and my boy in the stu
we cookin that sh-t, way harder than you huh yeah (you)

you know it’s shmoney the crew huh (crew, shmoney)

run up on me you get blew huh (bah)

i’ma put you on a t-shirt

i’ma put you on game like a teacher (ya)

i don’t think i really need her (nah nah)

told her suck on that d-ck till ya motherf-ckin’ knees hurt

i got this b-tch on her knees

i know what she want, i know what she need (uh huh)

i know that that she rocking with me

i rock out a show then i f-ck up my spleen (rock it)

got all of these drugs in my body

i’m smoking that gas and you know it’s exotic (dat gas)
can’t leave ’cause the hoes in the lobby

got too many clothes it don’t fit in a closet (that’s facts)

i came out the rock, i’ma pop it (bah)

think that you f-cking with me, boy stop it (just stop)

i get this sh-t lit like a socket (lit lit)

thirteen shots at your crib, i’m a rocket (rock it)

james harden in this b-tch, i’m bout to shooot

always talking like a b-tch, what you gone dooo (what what)

me and my boy in the stu

we cookin that sh-t, way harder than you huh yeah (you)

you know it’s shmoney the crew huh (shmoney)

run up on me you get blew huh (bah)

i’ma put you on a t-shirt
i’ma put you on game like a teacher (ya)

i don’t think i really need her (nah nah, woah)

told her suck on that d-ck till ya motherf-ckin’ knees hurt (grrrah-baow-baow)

me and my boy in the stu

we cookin that sh-t, way harder than you huh yeah (you)

you know it’s shmoney the crew huh (crew, shmoney)

run up on me you get blew huh (blew, bah)

i’ma put you on a t-shirt

i’ma put you on game like a teacher (ya)

i don’t think i really need her (nah nah, no way)

told her suck on that d-ck till ya motherf-ckin’ knees hurt

you know what i’m on, you know what i’m on, i’m off the gas and i’m geeked up (you know what i’m on)

you know i’m a motherf-ckin’ geeker (woah)

you know i’m a motherf-ckin’ tweaker (huh)

i just hop in the stu and i’m makin’ these hits, you know i’m ’bout to blow the f-ckin’ speakers (let’s get it)

i don’t give a f-ck about a hater (woah)

i only care about cheddar (woah)

man i only care about paper (woah)

man i only care about paper (huh huh)

i’m on my grind (i’m on my)

i ain’t wasting no time (i ain’t wasting no time)

tryna get what’s mine (tryna get what’s mine)

they throwing shade, but still i’m gone shine (i’m gone shine, shine)

me and my boy in the stu

we cookin that sh-t, way harder than you huh yeah (you)

you know it’s shmoney the crew huh (shmoney)

run up on me you get blew huh (bah)

i’ma put you on a t-shirt

i’ma put you on game like a teacher (ya ya)

i don’t think i really need her (nah nah)

told her suck on that d-ck till ya motherf-ckin’ knees hurt

me and my boy in the stu

we cookin that sh-t, way harder than you huh yeah (you)

you know it’s shmoney the crew huh (shmoney)

run up on me you get blew huh (bah)

i’ma put you on a t-shirt

i’ma put you on game like a teacher (ya)

i don’t think i really need her (nah nah)

told her suck on that d-ck till ya motherf-ckin’ knees hurt

i got everybody swaggin’ (everybody)

i got everybody saggin’ (everybody)

takin’ pics with me they braggin’ (everybody)

got me in they throat they gaggin’ (yeah ya)

not a bentley this g-wagon (yeah ya)

why they always steal my fashion (yeah ya)

you mismatched yo sh-t be clashin’ (yeah yeah)

got no drip and that sh-t tragic yeah (yeah ya)

- wilson ransom

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