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Yung Mal – Dont Even Matter Lyrics

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Ive been stacking up on hunnids,
On hunnids, on hunnids it dont even matter
Sippin this codeine fucked up my bladder
I was on first skreet now they see me on channel
All that shit get cooked up, keep it organic
Name hoe wet make her cum out her pantys
Stuck with some cowboys like Im from Dallas
We keep shit at the palace
Tryn stay focused, tryn stay balanced
I got that drip by the gallon drip
You know we sip on the gallon mud
I do my show with the cannon scrap
Bitch I came up where them houses abandon
I couldnt go home empty handed, naw, fuck it, Im trappin
Im catching plays like many
Dope came back I was serving your granny
Nigga killed plug you will sleep on the xany

Bought me some sticks, couldve bought me a Patek
Whole clip strapped like we killin Bin laden
So many guns the feds on me bump
I told them their props you can try, if you wanna
Trap 24 you can buy what you wanna
They commin iceberg, but Im hot like a sauna
I ran that shit up gave racks to my mom
Son fin turn sixteen might buy him a hummer
These sticks bullets they spread like a ton
I spin your block and a run up
A charge of they tone
Just tryn clear my head I got tunnel vision
Just drop the charge my lawyer do tricks
My front line dont say shit they blitz
At the top floor eating fish and gritz
So many hundreds came up

Ive been stacking up on hunndinds,
On hunndinds, on hunndinds it dont even matter
Sippin this codeine fucked up my bladder
I was on first skreet now they see me on channel
All that shit get cooked up, keep it organic
Name hoe wet make her cum out her pantys
Stuck with some cowboys like Im from Dallas
We keep shit at the palace
Tryn stay focused, tryn stay balanced
I got that drip by the gallon drip
You know we sip on the gallon mud
I do my show with the cannon scrap
Bitch I came up where them houses abandon
I couldnt go home empty handed, naw, fuck it, Im trappin
Im catching plays like many
Dope came back I was serving your granny
Nigga killed plug you will sleep on the xany

Got bloods, got loads like Im from Cali
Cant get no sleep shit aint got rock
Pulled up thirty D like Im Obama
Ten straight summers no more fuckin informers
Aint shit sweet thing is act like bumble
I get the set, I make it triple in double
Dont talk no pillars, dont talk undercover
This money keep comin ops know they in trouble
I keep a Glock why the fuck Ima touch
Dont gotta pay shit know I get it with most
I aint never had shit, but I had me some hustle
Stay down hoe dig shit like a shovel
Bless lil bitch put a brick on my bez
Got food slide wit me he think like the devil
Couldve won five on the mother fuckin president

Ive been stacking up on hunndinds,
On hunndinds, on hunndinds it dont even matter
Sippin this codeine fucked up my bladder
I was on first skreet now they see me on channel
All that shit get cooked up, keep it organic
Name hoe wet make her cum out her pantys
Stuck with some cowboys like Im from Dallas
We keep shit at the palace
Tryn stay focused, tryn stay balanced
I got that drip by the gallon drip
You know we sip on the gallon mud
I do my show with the cannon scrap
Bitch I came up where them houses abandon
I couldnt go home empty handed, naw, fuck it, Im trappin
Im catching plays like many
Dope came back I was serving your granny
Nigga killed plug you will sleep on the xany

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