Shopping In Johnny Dang lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: ScammLikeelyy]
I'm out in H-Town with AllStar JR
I just bust this clerk twice, hit her with a fake card
This b*tch thought that I was scammin', hit her with my bank card
This b*tch out at my crib and she ain't know I stay far
I could show you how to scam, join the Telegram
My music for the n*ggas loadin' banks and sellin' grams
You want a one-on-one session, gotta pay a grand
I could show you where to send the phones, they gon' pay a grand
I'm a walking trade line, do you understand?
I can show you how to get some money if you got some bands
I just f*cked this bad b*tch, but she got a man
Just got some money out a bank 'cause I had a plan
I'm out in Texas lookin' for a plug, do you got some sand?
You ever heat the white up in the pot and thеn make it tan?
My white boy keep the green, hе like Peter Pan
The way I count the money up now, I don't need my hands

[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
Your b*tch so broke, can't sell her pus*y, sh*t ain't even worth it
n*gga lame, want some clout, go commit a murder
Fully-grown dork actin' like he out here servin'
Just a lil' bitty coward, dog ain't even got no courage
Drive a thousand miles if they wanna spend some thousands
Sellin' sh*t you never owned, DJ Envy housin'
I just sold a quarter-pound in front of Benihanas
Topless, five Cubans, eatin' chicken, latest Bentley model
Got some n*ggas from the city, they been gettin' deals
Got a play in Mississippi, they been gettin' pills
Got a n*gga down in Houston, we been gettin' skril'
Say he need a hundred pints now, n*gga, here a seal
I walk up in that booth and give these people no cap
That pus*y fire, I'm the n*gga you should show that
I love them foreigns, nine hundred for my floor mats
I'll take a b*tch up out the hood and make her go back, Bag Life
[Verse 3: Babyfxce E]
Don't ask me do I got my gun? 'Cause you know that
I can get a b*tch to tell me where the lo' at
I'm on tour, I don't know where my next show at
See your b*tch with me, you probably ain't gon' get your ho back
You n*ggas dumb, I could probably rob 'em with a blowback
My right hand a super gremlin, no, I'm not with Kodak
n*gga, three days straight, I been sippin' drank
Man, I'm finna switch my f*ckin' bank, they tryna hold my pape'
Hit his ass in the—, hold on, yeah
Hit his ass all up in the—, b*tch
Zip a n*gga whole f*ckin' face, you think he's wearin' Bape
I'll show you how to wrap 'em up, somebody get some tape
I ain't even reach for the b*tch, she put it in my face
The K came with a drum, I put it on my Drac'
This Chrome Heart ain't even for me, I put it on my bae
I smoke weed in every Bnb, just charge it to my stay

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