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Ski Mask the Slump God Type Lyrics

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Hook

My money long like a acre

The bitch is tall imma take her

She shoot her shot like a jaker

She want this beef-beef caker

I'm not a want imma taker

And I don't mess with no snakers

Might just send him to his maker

Jumpman meet my Draker

My money long like a acre (acre)

The bitch is tall imma take her (take her)

She shoot her shot like a jaker (ratata)

She want this beef-beef caker (cake)

I'm not a want imma taker (on god)

And I don't mess with no snakers (hiss)

Might just send him to his maker (real quick)

Jumpman meet my Draker


Verse

Jump man I said jump when you hear the sound

Of my glock coming round' around around

Tow truck imma take em' around the town

Should've known not to mess with a pound you ounce

Which one of y'all is game to take me down

I ain't going so easy I own this crown

So jump man I said jump when you hear the sound

Of my glock coming round' around around


Hook

My money long like a acre

The bitch is tall imma take her

She shoot her shot like a jaker

She want this beef-beef caker

I'm not a want imma taker

And I don't mess with no snakers

Might just send him to his maker

Jumpman meet my Draker

My money long like a acre (acre)

The bitch is tall imma take her (take her)

She shoot her shot like a jaker (ratata)

She want this beef-beef caker (cake)

I'm not a want imma taker (on god)

And I don't mess with no snakers (hiss)

Might just send him to his maker (real quick)

Jumpman meet my Draker (ha)



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