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HASSANI KWESS lyrics : "My Money Jam"

I'm so turnt up, loud, but it's still sound like death, don't it?
We alive in the night, still strive for the light, don't give a $#&@ and this sound crazy
I fill my drink with my innocence, here to kill beasts, not whiling down

I want cold time for that vigilance, be intense to call ...
I'm $#&@ed up, and my nut tuck, drink lean and I vomit on
The next door's neighbor's Honda parked two doors from my momma

I'm tripping, anything around me is adding to it
The sand in the bag is way too much, this beat got me going bonkers
Please give me 20 CC's of this codeine, don't be shy ^!$$%, OD stat

I just get to that leaner zone and tripping on air, tell 'em
$#&@ y'all ^!$$%s, I know y'all, $#&@ you sisters on E with no job
$#&@ these (*##$es, I don't know y'all but I read your lipstick

Model and a blowjob
Got Cs over the evil, so why would I highway... hold that
I'm OD, lit up, me and the brain and I'm safe when I'm gone off all that

Real ^!$$%s they know real, I never fake to my maker
Eyes low, wear my church shoes, please send all home, my wake up
I right wrongs when I write songs, I leave left what's left

The ruby goes up so I'm down for whatever it's next
I'm so turnt up, loud, but it's still sound like death, don't it?
We alive in the night, still strive for the light, don't give a $#&@ and this sound crazy

I'm more broke than all my haters, I still got haters
I still got haters, I still got haters
I'm more broke than all my (*##$es and still got (*##$es

I still got (*##$es, I still got (*##$es
Crank, crank, crank, crank
Low (*##$, what I look like?

Hoe had the nerve to ask for a McFlurry with two fries
Always a strag, ....falling the slit of her bag
Cooling, had to screen that %#@! when I'm broke as $#&@

I only turn when that bomb be play, only eat what my momma make
You see maybe was gritty with kitty, ran two shows, six in the view
In the same hood, your same ^!$$%, got 20 bucks for the ...with the tire half flat

...with the rear view half cracked, took the wrath for fruit loops
Big bursting raps, next pack of mack, wrack soak the potion
Back to the back of my social knack sack

I put twist in my fate I'm picker, and too much damn Cool Aid in my sugar
Your girl make loving off !@%!e, way high when I took her
Bound high club on some rain, my ^!$$%, I swear to God a little bad joint

Just flash her !@(& and in the game, my ^!$$%, what you say, my ^!$$%?
I'm so turnt up, loud, but it's still sound like death, don't it?
We alive in the night, still strive for the light, don't give a $#&@ and this sound crazy

I'm more broke than all my haters, I still got haters
I still got haters, I still got haters
I'm more broke than all my (*##$es and still got (*##$es

I still got (*##$es, I still got (*##$es
Crank, crank, crank, crank
This the part when you $#&@ing lose it

Trap is tweaking and the bass is boosting
I crash the base as I smash into it
My head is ruthless, I had to do it

This the part when you $#&@ing lose it
Trap is tweaking and the bass is boosting
I crash the base as I smash into it

My head is ruthless, I had to do it
This the part when you $#&@ing lose it
Trap is tweaking and the bass is boosting

I crash the base as I smash into it
My head is ruthless, I had to do it
This the part when you $#&@ing lose it

Trap is tweaking and the bass is boosting
I crash the base as I smash into it
My head is ruthless, I had to do it

I'm so turnt up, loud, but it's still sound like death, don't it?
We alive in the night, still strive for the light, don't give a $#&@ and this sound crazy
I'm more broke than all my haters, I still got haters

I still got haters, I still got haters
I'm more broke than all my (*##$es and still got (*##$es
I still got (*##$es, I still got (*##$es

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