Danny Boy - Movie Mag mm Lyrics
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- Lyrics
You got problems I got clips and magazines
So you better not start some damn beef
I got thousands on my neck and on my feet
So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat
You got problems I got clips and magazines
So you better not start some damn beef
I got thousands on my neck and on my feet
So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat
I can use my 40 and I can use my hands
I was used to counting tens
Now I'm rich and counting Ben's
Yeah I'll never be a broke boy again
Switch my flows like my hoes
Just got 3 in a row
Give me 40 seconds that bitch will have no clothes
I'm already tired of counting too much dough
Yeah my money calls
I got what you need you can give me a call
You want problems you can find me in the streets
Chillin with my goons aye
Trapping in the streets or trapping at the subway
Your girl is a thot you just got played
And now these thots trying to get saved
I'm counting real dough you just counting clay
I be ballin like Chris Bosh I be balling like Klay
Popping popping pills and I ain't talking skittles
Try to come at me you get popped like a pimple
Yuh my ice it twinkles
I'm not talking about no stars
Pulling up in a Porsche
Pulling up in a Benz
To keep it simple I got cars
I ain't in prison but I still got bars
Stop saying that you're street
Stop acting like you're hard
Cuz if you want beef I'll pull up at your boulevard
I got clips and I ain't talking movies
Yuh Smith and Wesson and an uzi
Some nigg*s say they tough but they really liquid like a smoothie
Bitch I got my tooly
I go fooly
You got problems I got clips and magazines
So you better not start some damn beef
I got thousands on my neck and on my feet
So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat
You got problems I got clips and magazines
So you better not start some damn beef
I got thousands on my neck and on my feet
So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat
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You got problems I got clips and magazines
So you better not start some damn beef
I got thousands on my neck and on my feet
So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat
You got problems I got clips and magazines
So you better not start some damn beef
I got thousands on my neck and on my feet
So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat
I can use my 40 and I can use my hands
I was used to counting tens
Now I'm rich and counting Ben's
Yeah I'll never be a broke boy again
Switch my flows like my hoes
Just got 3 in a row
Give me 40 seconds that bitch will have no clothes
I'm already tired of counting too much dough
Yeah my money calls
I got what you need you can give me a call
You want problems you can find me in the streets
Chillin with my goons aye
Trapping in the streets or trapping at the subway
Your girl is a thot you just got played
And now these thots trying to get saved
I'm counting real dough you just counting clay
I be ballin like Chris Bosh I be balling like Klay
Popping popping pills and I ain't talking skittles
Try to come at me you get popped like a pimple
Yuh my ice it twinkles
I'm not talking about no stars
Pulling up in a Porsche
Pulling up in a Benz
To keep it simple I got cars
I ain't in prison but I still got bars
Stop saying that you're street
Stop acting like you're hard
Cuz if you want beef I'll pull up at your boulevard
I got clips and I ain't talking movies
Yuh Smith and Wesson and an uzi
Some nigg*s say they tough but they really liquid like a smoothie
Bitch I got my tooly
I go fooly
You got problems I got clips and magazines
So you better not start some damn beef
I got thousands on my neck and on my feet
So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat
You got problems I got clips and magazines
So you better not start some damn beef
I got thousands on my neck and on my feet
So much diamonds and ice I feel no heat
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Writer: Daniel Castellanos
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