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letra de fax machine - yung cracka

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[intro: future]
she belongs to the street

[verse 1: traqula]
yes she do, but where she at though?
to be honest, i ain’t seen her in the last four
homie said, “ayy yo’ traq, where your last ho’?”
i don’t know, but it wouldn’t gonna last though
making money b-tch, i’m a bankroll
i don’t know you, stay the h-ll out my payroll
super hot, got that ice on my wrist, huh
cracka boutta pull up with that assist, uh
f-ck ‘rona, b-tch, i’m a grownup
i’m a stoner, pull up to the corner
bad b-tch, i ain’t f-ck with a thot
i’m never pickin’ up, i’d be duckin’ a lot
gotta stack-stack in the back-back
whole ‘lotta cheese, call it pepper jack on me
gotta whole ‘lotta bangers on deck
i was broke, then a label cut a check, b-tch

[chorus: yung cracka]
but why the f-ck you always cappin’, g?
i know your acts wishin’ he could rap like me
i got henny with a ho’ and i’m clappin’ cheeks
and i can never tell a lie, i’m the fax machine

[verse 2: yung cracka]
she said, we had a thing, but i don’t know her
f-ck a bentley truck, i was whippin’ my corolla
if you talkin’ sh-t, i’ma leave you in a coma
bad b-tch, big bang, got rich, no diploma
double g in suit and my tie
eight gram zoot, oh shoot and i’m high
talk sh-t ain’t it, please don’t try
no drip, no b-tch, can you please go cry?
i be turnin’ sh-t up on the beat, mm, just a itty-bitty
bag a uber, tryna feel just a bit of titty
whole crew goin’ mad in the city with me
put it in her b-tt, mm, will she even let me?

[bridge]
i think i made my [?] versace, prada, gucci robes
i feel like i might lose control
now you just watch this sh-t explode, like woah
i think i made my [?] versace, prada, gucci robes
i feel like i might lose control
now you just watch this sh-t explode, like woah

[chorus: yung cracka]
but why the f-ck you always cappin’, g?
i know your acts wishin’ he could rap like me
i got henny with a ho’ and i’m clappin’ cheeks
and i can never tell a lie, i’m the fax machine, like
why the f-ck you always cappin’, g?
i know your acts wishin’ he could rap like me
i got henny with a ho’ and i’m clappin’ cheeks
and i can never tell a lie, i’m the fax machine, b-tch

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