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Doomshop motherfucker Doomshop motherfucker More money, capper holding out on more money So funny, bitches try to test, it's so funny More money, capper holding out on more money So funny, bitches try to test, it's so funny T-toted up, got blickies on me Bitch, I think you fuckin' phony I don't give a fuck lil' homie Brought my gat, now show me money Coming from the underworld, my body holds a demon Heard you screaming for a break, I don't think anyone could take I'm a beast, I'm a foe I'm the one you saw before Don't be greedy with your life Heard it right, I think I might Come rumble with some buckos Sea of people, I'm in trouble 'Bout to burst your fuckin' bubble Now we stuck up in a muddle More money, capper holding out on more money So funny, bitches try to test, it's so funny More money, capper holding out on more money So funny, bitches try to test, it's so funny I cannot resist, re- reminiscing 'bout that big ol' stack Heart attack, now you landed here, you better watch your back Who, who are you? Who the fuck I'm talkin' to? I can see your dirty face, you lookin' like a damn disgrace Never-never have I lost it, got a blicky in my pocket Better open up and watch it, there's a pocket watch I dropped it And my partner picked it up and gave it to me as a gift What's the time? I never miss, while she sucking on my dick Mo-more money, capper holding out on more money So funny, bitches try to test, it's so funny More money, capper holding out on more money So funny, bitches try to test, it's so funny Doomshop motherfucker Doomshop motherfucker
Writer(s): Ryan Chassels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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