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Fax Machine

๐Ÿ‘ค Yung Craka โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Fax Machine โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:10
๐ŸŽต 2030 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:10 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 12408196

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

She belongs to the street

Yes she do, but where she at though?
To be honest, I ain't seen her in the last four
Homie said, "Ayy yo' Traq, where your last ho'?"
I don't know, but it wouldn't gonna last though
Making money bitch, I'm a bankroll
I don't know you, stay the hell out my payroll
Super hot, got that ice on my wrist, huh
Cracka boutta pull up with that assist, uh
Fuck 'Rona, bitch, I'm a grownup
I'm a stoner, pull up to the corner
Bad bitch, I ain't fuck with a thot
I'm never pickin' up, I'd be duckin' a lot
Gotta stack-stack in the back-back
Whole 'lotta cheese, call it pepper jack on me
Gotta whole 'lotta bangers on deck
I was broke, then a label cut a check, bitch

But why the fuck you always cappin', G?
I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me
I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks
And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine

She said, we had a thing, but I don't know her
Fuck a Bentley truck, I was whippin' my Corolla
If you talkin' shit, I'ma leave you in a coma
Bad bitch, big bang, got rich, no diploma
Double G in my suit and my tie
Eight-gram zoot, oh shoot and I'm high
Talk shit ain't it, please don't try
No drip, no bitch, can you please go cry?
I be turnin' shit up on the beat, mm, just a itty-bitty
Bag a Uber, tryna feel just a bit of titty
Whole crew goin' mad in the city with me
Put it in her butt, mm, will she even let me?

I think I made my dough Versace, Prada, Gucci robes
I feel like I might lose control
Now you just watch this shit explode, like woah
I think I made my dough Versace, Prada, Gucci robes
I feel like I might lose control
Now you just watch this shit explode, like woah

But why the fuck you always cappin', G?
I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me
I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks
And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine, like
Why the fuck you always cappin', G?
I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me
I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks
And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine, bitch

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.03] She belongs to the street
[00:01.12] Yes she do, but where she at though?
[00:03.37] To be honest, I ain't seen her in the last four
[00:05.79] Homie said, "Ayy yo' Traq, where your last ho'?"
[00:08.10] I don't know, but it wouldn't gonna last though
[00:10.39] Making money bitch, I'm a bankroll
[00:12.72] I don't know you, stay the hell out my payroll
[00:14.13] Super hot, got that ice on my wrist, huh
[00:17.48] Cracka boutta pull up with that assist, uh
[00:19.76] Fuck 'Rona, bitch, I'm a grownup
[00:21.94] I'm a stoner, pull up to the corner
[00:24.20] Bad bitch, I ain't fuck with a thot
[00:26.19] I'm never pickin' up, I'd be duckin' a lot
[00:28.52] Gotta stack-stack in the back-back
[00:31.08] Whole 'lotta cheese, call it pepper jack on me
[00:33.75] Gotta whole 'lotta bangers on deck
[00:35.72] I was broke, then a label cut a check, bitch
[00:38.61] But why the fuck you always cappin', G?
[00:40.42] I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me
[00:42.59] I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks
[00:45.07] And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine
[00:47.35] She said, we had a thing, but I don't know her
[00:49.54] Fuck a Bentley truck, I was whippin' my Corolla
[00:51.81] If you talkin' shit, I'ma leave you in a coma
[00:54.15] Bad bitch, big bang, got rich, no diploma
[00:56.90] Double G in my suit and my tie
[00:58.98] Eight-gram zoot, oh shoot and I'm high
[01:01.16] Talk shit ain't it, please don't try
[01:03.38] No drip, no bitch, can you please go cry?
[01:05.94] I be turnin' shit up on the beat, mm, just a itty-bitty
[01:09.09] Bag a Uber, tryna feel just a bit of titty
[01:11.42] Whole crew goin' mad in the city with me
[01:13.85] Put it in her butt, mm, will she even let me?
[01:16.16] I think I made my dough Versace, Prada, Gucci robes
[01:20.61] I feel like I might lose control
[01:22.75] Now you just watch this shit explode, like woah
[01:25.85] I think I made my dough Versace, Prada, Gucci robes
[01:30.03] I feel like I might lose control
[01:32.18] Now you just watch this shit explode, like woah
[01:35.14] But why the fuck you always cappin', G?
[01:36.89] I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me
[01:39.02] I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks
[01:41.54] And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine, like
[01:44.38] Why the fuck you always cappin', G?
[01:46.15] I know your ex-man wishin' he could rap like me
[01:48.43] I got Henny with a ho' and I'm clappin' cheeks
[01:50.83] And I can never tell a lie, I'm the fax machine, bitch
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