
Fax Machine Yung Craka (Ft. TRAQULA)
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[Intro: Future]
She belongs to the street
[Verse 1: TRAQULA]
Yeah, she do but (What?) where she at though? (Where?)
To be honest, I ain't seen her in the last 4 (Nah)
Homie said, "Ayy, yo, TRAQ', where your last ho?" (Where she at?)
I don't know but it wasn't gonna last though (Nah)
Making money, bitch, I'm a bankroll
I don't know you, stay the hell outta my payroll
Super hot, got that ice on my wrist, huh
Craka boutta pull up with that assist, uh
Fuck 'rona, bitch, I'm a grownup (Okay)
I'm a stoner, pull up to the corner (Goddamn)
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 (What?) Pepper Jack on me
Got a whole lotta bangers on deck
I was broke, then a label cut a check, bitch
[Chorus: Yung Craka]
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 belongs to the street
[Verse 1: TRAQULA]
Yeah, she do but (What?) where she at though? (Where?)
To be honest, I ain't seen her in the last 4 (Nah)
Homie said, "Ayy, yo, TRAQ', where your last ho?" (Where she at?)
I don't know but it wasn't gonna last though (Nah)
Making money, bitch, I'm a bankroll
I don't know you, stay the hell outta my payroll
Super hot, got that ice on my wrist, huh
Craka boutta pull up with that assist, uh
Fuck 'rona, bitch, I'm a grownup (Okay)
I'm a stoner, pull up to the corner (Goddamn)
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 (What?) Pepper Jack on me
Got a whole lotta bangers on deck
I was broke, then a label cut a check, bitch
[Chorus: Yung Craka]
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
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