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master p - $limey p lyrics

i keep it true with all my n*ggas, slime feel like master p
she say $limey you the best, bae i know just watch my feet
i’m tryna get rich, no i can’t answer the phone if you ain’t talking bout cheese
she cut me off now i want her friend, i hope she ain’t mad at me
they be like cut off slime hands, (why?) this young n*gga keep on snapping
and n*ggas be thinking slime green cause n*ggas grew up without no daddy
i don’t entertain these n*ggas, go to the bank, that’s the type sh*t make me happy
redbone, pretty face, but i can’t wifе her she too ratchet

nah that sh*t funny causе i’m from traplanta texas
i told my bro nem “i don’t need it you keep the extras”
you slimed me out i never knew you i don’t got no exes
locked in with z, that’s my twin n*gga we gone slime the world together
and n*ggas be talking like they on that, whole time n*ggas soft as feathers
make sure i pray to god before i go to sleep i be hoping he make it better
make sure i pray to god when i wake up, i be dancing with the devil
no you can’t find n0body like super slime n0body gone do it better
n*gga i just find a beat, get on it walk, i’m tryna get rich off rapping
them n*gga ass find a beat, get it on it talk, i don’t listen cause they be capping
put them boys on a tv or some slime, the way these n*ggas be acting
this n*ggas stupid you could’ve flipped that money, you spent it like what happen
n*gga ima keep putting it in they face for every time the slime ain’t have it
i’m always thinking about my pawpaw, if was here know he’d be happy
cause $limey out here doing stuff a lot of these old n*ggas haven’t
i’m doing stuff these n*ggas can’t, like take my problems to the bank
i keep it true with all my n*ggas, slime feel like master p
she say $limey you the best, bae i know just watch my feet
i’m tryna get rich, no i can’t answer the phone if you ain’t talking bout cheese
she cut me off now i want her friend, i hope she ain’t mad at me
they be like cut off slime hands, (why?) this young n*gga keep on snapping
and n*ggas be thinking slime green cause n*ggas grew up without no daddy
i don’t entertain these n*ggas, go to the bank, that’s the type sh*t make me happy
redbone, pretty face, but i can’t wife her she too ratchet

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