Issue No 115 Extras Lyrics

It's that oney kind of music
We still fuck around the extras
Shut out my bro
I'm wiping and wiping
And they like fuck all the extras
Wiping and wiping and wiping and wiping
And they like fuck all the extras
Money caught about the ..try to call out the '
Then I go fuck all the extras
All that shit boy
Then I go fuck all the extras
Put that on many young
My son and my daughter
My mother my father
My brother my sister
You play bout the '.
We live bout that '
Just stick to the '
'close your eyes and '
Got haters, go shouters, got bitches
Got strippers, got 'and got ..
Got lean I got '
Texting me to come back to party
Here in the kitchen try to get for '
I get on my knees every night tell the Lord that I' sorry
But everyday it's '
You got to be, you got to kill all the niggas
That money keep coming I can't even stop her '
Hundreds everywhere
'they won't feeling my pocket
The niggas they love me, they tell me it sound like a profit
I'm wiping and wiping
And they like fuck all the extras
Wiping and wiping and wiping and wiping
And they like fuck all the extras
Wiping and wiping and wiping and wiping
And they like fuck all the extras
Wiping and wiping and wiping and wiping
And they like fuck all the extras
Money count away try to get all the '
Then I go fuck all the extras
Then I go fuck all the extras
The realest I want 'if you don't know this
If you don't feel I get the ..
'no bitches, no nothing, no pussy
I feel like this niggas'
They wipe on the feet, that type of the ..
Push on the bottom
Just save me a '
I call out my trick '
Smoke and go hit ..
My bitch one more hit '
Mean so much money '
'on the feet
You gotta believe me in the'
..treat that world like cooking and '
Wide open and beat it
I scrabmel'and rap all the shit
'giving of the '
You bitch wanna get me that pussy I call out in the '
My future so bright and '
Just I think I need some glass and '
That boy is on fire that money '