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Fax Machine Lyrics by Yung Craka

2020

[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
[Verse 2: Yung Craka]
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
8 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 changing shit up on the beat, mmm, just a itty-bitty
Bag a Uber, tryna feel just a bit of titty
Whole crew goin' mad in the city with me
Put it in her butt, mmm, will she even let me?
[Bridge]
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, "Whoa!"
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, "Whoa!"
[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 like
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, bitch
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Yung Craka

Yung Craka

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