DANKSGIVING ft. $ir J Lyrics

Yeahhhhhhhhhhh

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Yeah

Big money waap

Oh yeah

I'm a legend

All kash no credit

Respect that

Count the racks, get the dough

Remember sleeping on the floor

Depression, you know how it go

Prescription drugs to keep afloat

Can't trust a soul, need F and N

Kick door and rob your resident

Big waap for president

Your hoe, she say she celibate

I got drip, I got sauce

Free my big brother, free the boss

Niggas mad when we floss

In your girl mouth like lip gloss

Can't bite my style, I'm a pepper

Walk in a high stepper

AR if it's pressure

Turn a dyke to a bisexual

On the grind to the plan

Odell with one hand

With the drum, one man band

Foreign hoe she from japan

Foreign hoe she from belize

Foreign hoe she from paris

Fat nigga, my pockets is obese

Feel my wave coming like a breeze

Nigga

Woo

Woo

Yeah my pockets, yeah my pockets is obese

Gang in 5

Krack Money World

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Remember granny cook the yams, I started cooking the yams

Don't hit my phone unless it's bands, who the fuck you think I am

Blow a pound of the gas, polo draws, I show my ass

Fuck a tina do I dash, count the gwalla, count the racks

Remember granny cook the yams, I started cooking the yams

Don't hit my phone unless it's bands, who the fuck you think I am

Blow a pound of the gas, polo draws, I show my ass

Fuck a tina then I dash, count the gwalla, count the racks

Granny whip proper

Granny tuck, she a surgeon in the kitchen

For a minute, thought she was a doctor

Madea whipped the pot, it wasn't crock, she had no posture

Beans and cornbread, it was hitting, couldn't nobody stop her

Slow motion off the potion, yeah this shit is potent

Put your nose all in my cup, smell like what you been smoking

Bitch closed off to you but to Teehee she open

Legs then the purse, ola runt, no Sir J is not joking

I got cards on the table like I'm playing spades

Whips cuffed wrist and gold teeth but I'm not a slave

I'm not a killer but don't push me, hope you brought a blade

Your life for my belongings and I live, sound like a fair trade

Lot up on the table, I think we should clear some space

Ounces and ounces and ounces, damn that's a lot of weight

Bitch said it ain't her birthday, she got a lot of cake

Met her at 7:50 and she was sucking dick by 8

Remember granny cook the yams, I started cooking the yams

Don't hit my phone unless it's bands, who the fuck you think I am

Blow a pound of the gas, polo draws, I show my ass

Fuck a tina do I dash, count the gwalla, count the racks

Remember granny cook the yams, I started cooking the yams

Don't hit my phone unless it's bands, who the fuck you think I am

Blow a pound of the gas, polo draws, I show my ass

Fuck a tina then I dash, count the gwalla, count the racks

Muthafuckin Ovadose

Triple D reside

Nigga act like you know nigga

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