LIL SHINE - Monkey C Monkey Doo Lyrics
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    Monkey C Monkey Doo

    [Intro]
    (Chapo)
    (B-bitch)

    [Chorus]
    I got some Wock' up in this Fanta
    My ex mad 'cause I'm a scammer
    Wanna talk talk to my hammer
    That lil' Glock make him a dancer
    Got your girl calling my phone, we smokin' drugs till we got cancer
    And the opps stay talkin' down till they get put up on a banner

    [Verse]
    Who's the hoe? She lookin' bad
    Hit that one [?]
    God, that 8 ounce kinda sad
    Score a pint then double back
    Got a pint and some pot, I put that shit right in the stash
    Monkey see, monkey do, bet I got more racks than you
    Never done some shit for racks, that'll put you on the news
    Big old bags, designer foo'
    Sellin' scripts, droppin' food
    Yeah, just got a lil' 16, pour that shit up on some fruit
    Send the script out to Dallas and that shit wеnt so smooth
    (Bitch)
    When I got a pole, I keep it tucked
    Camе in the back, left out the front
    I told big homie pop the trunk
    I'm 'bout to let this AK dump

    [Chorus]
    I got some Wock' up in this Fanta
    My ex mad 'cause I'm a scammer
    Wanna talk talk to my hammer
    That lil' Glock make him a dancer
    Got you girl calling my phone, we smokin' drugs till we got cancer
    And the opps stay talkin' down till they get put up on a banner
    Got some Wock' up in this Fanta
    My ex mad 'cause I'm a scammer
    Wanna talk talk to my hammer
    That lil' Glock make him a dancer
    Got you girl calling my phone, we smokin' drugs till we got cancer
    And the opps stay talkin' down till they get put up on a banner

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