Dark Web - Money Man, BC Shooter, BC Juney

Dark Web - Money Man, BC Shooter, BC Juney

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Год
2018
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
202730

以下は曲の歌詞です Dark Web 、アーティスト - Money Man, BC Shooter, BC Juney 翻訳付き

歌詞 " Dark Web "

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Dark Web

Money Man, BC Shooter, BC Juney

Im learning im focused

These niggas so garbage exotic its potent

That lambo i drove it

My Cutlass a hotbox

My lil nigga stole

My geek up at Starbucks he hacking some info

She wanna fuck all the time she a nympho

Got me a laptop and hop on a Tor

I was swiping in cities that really ain’t hip to it

I see them rack and im running real quick to em

I treat her right even thought im just fucking her

Ain’t got no time cause i gotta go run it up

Ain’t have a damn as a jit i was coming up

Walk into Gucci and proceed to fuck it up

Thats just the proceeds from raping the Internet

I want your soul

I want your intellect

I want your body

My plug say he got me but i do not need em cause

Cause im on the Dark Web

And faithfully eating

My friend he Korean he gave me some secrets

He borderline Genius

We moving in secrecy

Watch how u speak to me

I hit the west and they give em so cheap to me

Just went to best buy and bought me a hotspot

When im in the trap house, sold all these P’s to feed my lil daughter

Yeah

I blow tho Cookie and this shit extravagant

Grow God done started some stuff with this hacking shit

This shit got me feeling like man fuck all this trappin shit

Been bout 4 weeks since i got me a package in

Plug keep on calling me i know that he mad at me

This computer shit this shit is high gravity

I made a couple mill so you can’t be mad at me

bread and i took care of my family

Bought me some choppas for robbers who after me

This shit right here that im

I done stayed down and i got me a lot of racks

Through these Balenciaga’s seen alot of shit

BC the army and we really popping shit

Put this in the water and come place your order

We really get money while they do the opposite

Burning this shit like i just hit the lottery

Copycat niggas they gone try to copy me

Tapping yo wifi

My diamonds they hifi

Them dead hundreds scifi

Im smoke strong like Popeye

Swiping for furniture

Porsche’s be burgundy

Robbers wanna lurk on me

Haters wanna murder

Tell that lil bitch i bought her a surgery

She on her knees giving thanks and she serving me

Just went to Icebox im swiping for jewlery

Pull out that FN cause niggas ain’t cool with me

Yo boyfriend a bitch and he broke and he lazy

Im selling exotic to take care of my baby

BC the Navy we sit at the table we run our own label

Financially stable

I shoot at these niggas cause they so ungrateful

My bitch took a sack

She got so many bags she got so many shoes

She got so many clothes

She stay to herself she dont fuck with these hoes

I stay to myself i dont fuck with these niggas

Niggas just jealous im one of the realist

I go inside her she really gone feel it

Im stacking these blue hundreds up to the ceiling

Im parking this Bentley truck right front of the building

My shirt made in Italy

Shoes is Sicilian

Im making millions so fuck how they feeling

Quit all that cappin

You never will kill it

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