Top Songs By Kenny Muney
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Kenny Muney
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(Tay Keith, Fuck these niggas up)
Where you've been? how you doing?
How you living nigga where your friends?
All my friends, they dead and gone
They green like celery
I can't buy no ring, man fuck hoes
Just stay celibate (Nah for real been on this shit baby)
I ain't gon' lie, turn my phone off when I'm with my new ho
Hey, how the fuck did he have a foursome in a two door?
Young nigga lit, and his pockets fat just call them sumo for real
Yeah, I just pay my plug in euros, for real
Big old booty bitches tryna show me what the doctor made
Put him in a trap, I'm tryna show him how I operate
Diamonds knock you out
They should of put these on the box of paid
And these bitches wet, they should of left these in the lobster cage
I been ballin', bitch
You lil' niggas make the roster laid
I know you ain't real
I know that bitch fake cause your collar fades
Smoke dough with my pills, this shit hit, got that peach cobbler taste
We toast up like chills, glad them broke days, they done watched away
Left my old ho where they was
It ain't no handout, what you doing what's up?
You wanna see me, see me at the club?
I ain't never tryna come here spotting this
I been planning to come fuck this bitch up
Ay I'm hot like a volcano, we erupt
Bitches fallin' out and tryna get up
Can't see me, bitch, I'm hot as a desert
Yeah, she freaky tryna fuck me wherever
Money walkin', bitches need an umbrella
Bad bitch, we been nine up a Beratta
Tell my chain, then that helmet gon' nail him
Switchin' lanes, Gucci things on the pedal
Came in blind, but don't think that you special
Buy a sweater, but I'm never gon' sweat them
I ain't gon' lie, turn my phone off when I'm with my new ho
Hey, how the fuck did he have a foursome in a two door?
Young nigga lit, and his pockets fat just call them sumo for real
Yeah, I just pay my plug in euros, yeah yeah
Big old booty bitches tryna show me what the doctor made
Put him in a trap, I'm tryna show him how I operate (Hey hey)
Smoke dough with my pills, this shit hit, got that peach cobbler taste
Niggas been watchin' my drip
And they thinkin' my toilet broke, cuz I won't stop (Ouuu)
Niggas been lookin' for tents
Sayin' I'm too cocky, bitch, cuz I won't drop (Ouuu)
Yo bitch been all in my DM, my DM
Been jumpin' like hippity hop (Ouuu)
Fuck her in flippity flops, (Ouuu). She like the dope
Cause I got through her
I'm in the spot with three or four bitches
The neighbors think I'm doin' carpools
Heard they been thinkin' bout trying me
Before they through thinkin', we got tools
Jumpin' in fences
Runnin' through the kitchen
While he watchin' dishes, we all true
Promise I mind my own business
Damn, beatin' bitch. I keep on wearin' what I'm doing
Where you've been? how you doing?
How you living nigga where your friends?
All my friends, they dead and gone, they green like celery
I can't buy no ring, man fuck hoes
Just stay celibate (Nah for real been on this shit baby)
I ain't gon' lie, turn my phone off when I'm with my new ho
Hey, how the fuck did he have a foursome in a two door?
Young nigga lit, and his pockets fat just call them sumo for real
Yeah, I just pay my plug in euros, for real
Writer(s): Kenneth Greene
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