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Punchmade Dev – Scam Brothers (Feat. Ot7QUANNY) Lyrics

Punchmade Dev – Scam Brothers (Feat. Ot7QUANNY) [ Lyrics ] Letra Punchmade Dev Punchmade Dev – Scam Brothers (Feat. Ot7QUANNY) [ Lyrics ]
A national women was surprised to discover basically that someone had stolen her wallet while she was grocery shopping

But it’s what happened next that she says was truly shocking. In a matter of minutes the thieves had racked up thousands of dollars in credit card charges

Here’s how they did it, and what you need to know to keep it from happening to you

I’m the king of this scam shit, nigga let’s go
I been juggin’ all day sipping dirty fago
I can buy 5 chains and I still won’t go broke
no I can’t!
I’m a well-known scammer I gotta lay low
You can run in my crib and say hi to the draco
When I touch down to houston I’m sliding with draco’s
Put a bag on your head you gon’ die if I say so
Better stay real close to your bitch cause’ I take hoеs

I say the truth in these songs, nеver lied
I don’t think you wanna beef cause I ain’t stopping till you cry
Banned his Instagram account he couldn’t make it if he tried
I’m finna buy a new Glock with obn on the side
I got bags on my thighs like I play for the league
I been winning lately they won’t play for my team
You take something from me, get put on a tee
I got rich by myself no one put on for me
Unemployment burnt out now these broke niggas panicking
He wore that fit for a week, straight like a mannequin
Damn
he’s poor!
That sound like some broke shit
He wanna slide on me but been on some hoe shit
They say it’s beef but they never approach it
Wanna play you could get your identity stolen
Put the words on my arm because I know I’m chosen
You can fuck for the night but can’t stay to the morning

I’m the king of this scam shit, nigga let’s go
I been juggin’ all day sipping dirty fago
I can buy 5 chains and I still won’t go broke
no I can’t!
I’m a well-known scammer I gotta lay low
You can run in my crib and say hi to the draco
When I touch down to houston I’m sliding with draco’s
Put a bag on your head you gon’ die if I say so
Better stay real close to your bitch cause’ I take hoes

Uh
I’m drinking wocky a wocky I’m tired of this- uh
Uh, I’m drinking wocky a wocky I’m tire-
I’m drinking wocky a wocky I’m tired of this shit
Got the hunnid round brrr on the side of that bitch
She tryna kick it, I only want top and that’s it
Man I feel like vin diesel I’m driving this bitch
Uh, I’m off the wocky a wocky I’m tired of this shit
Man I feel like vin diesel I’m driving this bitch
Got the hunnid’ round brrr on the side of that bitch
I smell like I smoke by the load out my choppa
I’m banging this bitch, andre iguodala
I ran up some racks only took me 6 hours
I came from the dirt bitch you know I’ma pop it
These niggas ain’t turnt yeah I’m balling for real
I just left out the shine and I bought a new grill
Rick owens, rick owens, I’m trippin’, ew
Reach for my chain, bust it, you gon’ get killed
We got yoppas on yoppas, we like navy seals
These niggas they broke I don’t know how that feel
Rick owens, rick owens, I’m trippin’, ew
Two hundred racks nigga, that ain’t no deal
I’m on my way to the bank, still
I’m on my way to the bank, still
I’m a real savage just like 21
For my birthday my lil’ bitch bought me a new gun
They said they like my car I’m like which one?
My pockets my pockets they on big pun
On my way to the bank boutta’ pick up some racks
If you see that hoe with me, she might not come back
I don’t fuck with these rappers them niggas be cap
On my way to my show boutta’ pick up my gat’
My neck is on froze and my wrist is too
Get to that money, yeah that’s what I do
All my bitches they turnt I can’t fuck with no scrubs
Ten thousand in one’s, boutta’ fuck up the club
Coach know that I’m balling, I never get subbed
What the fuck is you flexin’, yeah that’s just a dub

I’m the king of this scam shit, nigga let’s go
I been juggin’ all day sipping dirty fago
I can buy 5 chains and I still won’t go broke
no I can’t!
I’m a well-known scammer I gotta lay low
You can run in my crib and say hi to the draco
When I touch down to houston I’m sliding with draco’s
Put a bag on your head you gon’ die if I say so
Better stay real close to your bitch cause’ I take hoes
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Punchmade Dev – Million Dollar Criminal Lyrics

Punchmade Dev – Million Dollar Criminal ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Punchmade Dev Punchmade Dev –
Intro
Let’s steal a ? like Sound of Freedom let’s sell him for 50K
We just need a way to reach him
A bank transfer scam has left a huge hole in an ocean side couples life savings
In February, Marc Beardsley was tricked into wiring $68,000 of his own money overseas After a large sum of money appeared in his wells fargo checking account

Chorus
Send your bank account to me you’ll never see that shit again
Bring a Chase account to me then I’m a drop a check for ten
I’m not a rapper (nope) but to cover up I might pretend (I might)
I’m the reason why there’s more fraud I made a trend (I’m the reason)
Why would I ever scam my fans
We can split it down the middle do you have an SSN
Do you work at T Mobile? If you do, lock me in
Because I could punch a hundred phones in two days without walking in (easy)
Verse
That’s $100,000 in two days
Punch a phone or hit a ***** we can make that in two ways
I came a long way from playing on 2k ‘m not sitting on the game I’m outside busting a play (Pheasant)
You’re not rich, but I am we don’t relate (at all)
I’m a multimillion dollar criminal with super pape (millionaire)
Richest rapper from my city and my state
Every time I leave my house I got bitches yelling my name
Every time I get around a bitch she begging for my chain
You sell pics on only fans for $5 that’s a shame
It’s a $140,000 pendant without the chain
If I let you wear this bitch, it’ll never hit the same
I know you can’t afford it get the fuck up out my face
Never mind you got good credit let me take you on a date (come on) I’m trying to open up three loans using your name
Quit that job and come and work for me I’m giving better rates
You can’t afford to sit with me pay 500 for this steak
I pay 600 for this cup I guess I got expensive taste
Pay 700 for these jeans they unreleased you got to wait
I pay 800 for these shoes I wore them once, threw them away

Chorus
Send your bank account to me you’ll never see that shit again
Bring a Chase account to me then I’m a drop a check for ten
I’m not a rapper, but to cover up I might pretend (I might)
I’m the reason why there’s more fraud I made a trend (I’m the reason)
Why would I ever scam my fans?
We can split it down the middle do you have an SSN
Do you work at T Mobile? If you do, lock me in
Because I could punch a hundred phones in two days without walking in
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Punchmade Dev – I Scammed New York (Feat. Sha Ek) Lyrics

Punchmade Dev – I Scammed New York (Feat. Sha Ek) [ Lyrics ] Letra Punchmade Dev Punchmade Dev – I Scammed New York (Feat. Sha Ek) [ Lyrics ]
Drop a check in your chase, I can make it happen
I was scammin’ and juggin’ before a rapper
Just hit a wire, I gotta habit
I’m not sharin’ the sauce, you can stick to trappin’
Plus I’m never lackin’
I hop out the V wit’ a mil in New York and I’m still pistol packin’
Just cop a package of Percocet pills on the 4th
Had them gone the next day like a Hat Trick

I’m walkin’ wit’ Fentanyl pills in my baggage
I’m tryna catch me a kill, get it crackin’
I’ll really shoot a bitch for bein’ ratchet (Come here)
If you got a BOA, bring it to me
‘Cause I’m tryna buss a play and hit Saks Fifth and buy a brand new outfit for the free
You still tryna find a way get the bag?
Lit on the gram pretendin’ to bе me
You ain’t even closе to me, I just count up two-hundred thousand in a week
The other day I had an attitude, I broke the money counter
This the seventh one this week
I can easily doxx you, that’s a simple task
I’ma be postin’ the info for weeks (Haha)
You ain’t richer than me, we can go rack for rack
If I took her from you, you ain’t gettin’ that back
I been punchin’ for years, made a few couple million
It’s time for a plaque
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Punchmade Dev – Himmothy Punch Lyrics

Punchmade Dev – Himmothy Punch ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Punchmade Dev Punchmade Dev – Himmothy Punch ( Lyrics Letra Intro
(Me, I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me)
(I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me)
(I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me)
(I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me)
I never knew it’d be th-
(I smoke it straight out the pack, uh, Thrax)

Chorus
I never knew it’d be this way
I never knew in just a year I’d have a million on my plate
I’m not you, I ain’t somewhere hating, wishing I was paid
I’m not you, I don’t have no rats or roaches where I stay
I’m really him, 5K is pointless, that’s a petty play
I’m really him, I just hit a bitch then take her on a date
Exotic bitches on my plate, a couple more from out of state
I’m a rich asshole, I’ma always get my way
Verse
I just hit somebody favorite rapper bitch the other day
Don’t believe me, I’ll post a pic of her wearing my chain
If she fuck with you, I must be God, because I know you’re lame
She gon’ tell you no, but when she over here I get my way
Don’t be mad at me, it ain’t my fault yo’ bitch playing my music
Don’t be mad at me, cause when I come around she get to choosing
She gave me head wearin’ my chain, I got a video to prove it
If my bitch don’t let me fuck, then that’s okay, her friend will do it
My bitch know she lucky, she gon’ brag about me to her friends
Left her heart broken, but to me thats just another win
I can treat her how I want cause I’m a ten
She love the Cartier glasses, got her going off the lens

Chorus
I never knew it’d be this way
I never knew in just a year I’d have a million on my plate
I’m not you, I ain’t somewhere hating, wishing I was paid
I’m not you, I don’t have no rats or roaches where I stay
I’m really him, 5K is pointless, that’s a petty play
I’m really him, I just hit a bitch then take her on a date
Exotic bitches on my plate, a couple more from out of state
I’m a rich asshole, I’ma always get my way
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Lyrics Punchmade Dev – Special Needs Kid

Punchmade Dev – Special Needs Kid (Official Music Video) Lyrics
Intro
(100 thousand ain’t shit to me that’s a lil’ petty bag, ?)

Verse
500 thousand ain’t shit to me that’s a lil’ petty bag
Leave my bitch and hit a different one, my lil’ petty ass
I’m a superstar, cheat on my bitch and she can’t be mad
Last year she watched me put a million dollars in my stash
She’ll never leave no matter what I do
I’m rich, it don’t matter what I do
I threw 100 at her face and paid 300 for my food
I’m like a spoiled kid, everywhere I go I act a fool
Yesterday I threw a fit because the store ain’t have my sizе
I’m important, everything I touch in herе I’m finna buy
I’m famous, they close down the store when I’m inside
You’re a peasant, you can watch me shop in here from outside (Peasant)
Ha, you’re broke so you can’t get in
I need special treatment, let me in the store with my blick in
I’m out of town splurging in the store with my rich friends
You better that we don’t walk inside the one your bitch in (Come here)
I got a bitch for every state
And all of ‘em gon’ take a risk, I got a bitch for every play
I’ve been scratching off the list, I got a check for every day
I’ve been taking hella risk, I got a hit for every day
I jugg cancer patients, every time I see one imma smack his head (Come here)
Imma jugg him 30 times before he’s dead (G-give me my money back)
I can’t understand a thing he said
Smack him, take his pills, then go sell them on the street instead
But first, I gotta mix the pill with fentanyl
We all hate seeing homeless bums, I can kill ‘em all
Money’s evil, so I’m helping you if i take it all (Do I send it again?)
Yeah, send it all (Gimme that)
Retarded bitch, I need that
Watch me empty out somebody’s bank with my feet back
I push a autistic kid on the floor, come get your seat back
Imma jugg his ass, then celebrate ‘cause he can’t think fast (Dumbass)
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