Yung Craka

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Fax Machine (feat. TRAQULA)

Fax Machine (feat. TRAQULA) lyrics by Yung Craka. She belongs to the street Yes she do, but where she at though? To be honest, I ain't seen her in the last...

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Fax Machine (feat. TRAQULA)

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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 an 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

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