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#MM CYPHER ft. Donald Juug, hvxeem & 579 Lyrics
- Genre:Electronic
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Uh, yeah, winning time, fuck losing Talk about it, we do it
Just like Nike cunt, we all do it Nike cunt, just do it, ayy
Skipping cuts just like double dutch For the purple cuppin' its muddied up
Don't like the word pumpin he aint earn enough
Ain't earnin' much Hangin' with the fuckin' earners, cunt
Similar, similar chase, chase So we comin' with the weight, weight
All with this bein' chase, chase All with this bein' vain, vain
Always come, they ain't catchin' us Hide the cut up in the mattress, cunt
Promises can get drastic, cunt You be lookin' like a spastic' cunt
Lee aaan all in mi Maximus Money, all of my Metro
That cunt's mad cause I tax his stuff And I got a damn Air maixs cunt
Heard cunts lookin' fools, lookin' for me Heard, heard, there's a stack block, stack
got me Probably cause his missus came and slopped
me Not my favorite bitch,
but she disciplined
(like)
top G F-f-f-f-f-f-free Paddy till he's scar-free
Free my boys locked up Free all my boys locked up
Your sound ain't cut or washed Like Seth, yo, bitch got knocked up
Destiny knockin' at my door Tellin' me to get my box up
Go get some more It's such a bore
It's a bore Death comes knockin' at my window
But the youth comes when I'm knockin' on your door
At the funeral In an outfit designed by Christian Dior
Walk on Broadway When it started war in Warsaw
Yo, bitch so ugly, she's an eyesore Just like Taylor, I'm a legend like folklore
Eatin' pills like Pac-Man Tryin' to get the high score
Phone keeps buzzin', what the fuck? Why you callin' me up
Junkie hit my phone, askin' for a radio What do you want
What do you want?
I've got nothing, you'll fuck it up
Hit him up, I don't have it up Hit him up with my two-pack
I just made two racks out my dax And they wanna know my facts
They ain't knowin' shit from me jack
Tryin' to find me, you can chase me, Jax
If you ain't fuckin' around with me, cunt You ain't fuckin' with this pack
You ain't fuckin' with cunt youll go go to gound, cunt Gonna get a grand, I took him out
Just like it had to do And I'm all money, cunt, I'm addin' it
And these cunts, yeah, they look silly I'm not content till Imma milly
Promise I'll suck it up, don't kill it
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Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do-do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Now I'm
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