CANARY
(Donnie Katana)
(NB making waves boy)
Who the nigga mad that he can't get his bitch back?
I got it on me so dumb nigga get back
Demons and demons all up in my head
2 million is dead but nobody cares
It's bullets and bullets all up in his Brain
1 in the leg so now he need a cane
It's time for the funeral, nobody came The preacher can't sang to nobody
Cause I'm a ghost
(Shout out to ghost)
Niggas don't know?
I'm the one that started this shit on the low
Live to the head, niggas dead I don't Know who cares, live in the flesh, Even in distress Bitch I leave you
Stretched up, up on the west
I guess I say you blessed (it's just)
Money on money I can't fuck wit' Bitches, Money on money I can't Fuck wit' bitches (Oh My)
Money on money I can't fuck wit' Bitches Money on money I can't fuck Wit' uhhh (stupid Bitch) Money on Money I can't fuck wit' bitches
Money on money I can't fuck wit' Bitches Money on money he can't Fuck wit' bitches
It's money on money I
(You a)
Pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, killa killa
Pistol pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, smackin' killa
Pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, killa killa
Pistol pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, smackin' killa
Stupid
Money on money I can't fuck wit' bitches, money on money I came for the bitches Money on money I can't fuck with riches
Money on money, I eat for the richest money on money, I am not the richest money on Money, I'm not in the kitchen
Money on money, It's water that's whippin' money on money I can't fuck with niggas!
Oh my god, oh my god simmer down one time
Stupid bitch
It's dinner time, C'mon down for the time don't even lie (Uh)
Concentrate, ducking and dodging I'm not that demonic so why you be cryin'?
I tried to find her, I took off all of her limbs I gave him to all of her friends, like nine times Outta ten like fuck you and yo stupid kids
I got money on a call sittin' here
I got money when I call all I (Uh)
I got money when I call, center, aye, you just a
Pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, killa killa
Pistol pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, smackin' killa
Pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, killa killa
Pistol pistol packing, (Woah woah, woah woah woah) numbers lacking, bitch, smackin' Killa
(NB making waves boy)
Who the nigga mad that he can't get his bitch back?
I got it on me so dumb nigga get back
Demons and demons all up in my head
2 million is dead but nobody cares
It's bullets and bullets all up in his Brain
1 in the leg so now he need a cane
It's time for the funeral, nobody came The preacher can't sang to nobody
Cause I'm a ghost
(Shout out to ghost)
Niggas don't know?
I'm the one that started this shit on the low
Live to the head, niggas dead I don't Know who cares, live in the flesh, Even in distress Bitch I leave you
Stretched up, up on the west
I guess I say you blessed (it's just)
Money on money I can't fuck wit' Bitches, Money on money I can't Fuck wit' bitches (Oh My)
Money on money I can't fuck wit' Bitches Money on money I can't fuck Wit' uhhh (stupid Bitch) Money on Money I can't fuck wit' bitches
Money on money I can't fuck wit' Bitches Money on money he can't Fuck wit' bitches
It's money on money I
(You a)
Pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, killa killa
Pistol pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, smackin' killa
Pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, killa killa
Pistol pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, smackin' killa
Stupid
Money on money I can't fuck wit' bitches, money on money I came for the bitches Money on money I can't fuck with riches
Money on money, I eat for the richest money on money, I am not the richest money on Money, I'm not in the kitchen
Money on money, It's water that's whippin' money on money I can't fuck with niggas!
Oh my god, oh my god simmer down one time
Stupid bitch
It's dinner time, C'mon down for the time don't even lie (Uh)
Concentrate, ducking and dodging I'm not that demonic so why you be cryin'?
I tried to find her, I took off all of her limbs I gave him to all of her friends, like nine times Outta ten like fuck you and yo stupid kids
I got money on a call sittin' here
I got money when I call all I (Uh)
I got money when I call, center, aye, you just a
Pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, killa killa
Pistol pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, smackin' killa
Pistol packing, numbers lacking, bitch, killa killa
Pistol pistol packing, (Woah woah, woah woah woah) numbers lacking, bitch, smackin' Killa
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