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letra de sonic - ily loncey

[intro]
i told you don’t f-ck with me
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

[chorus]
i just be in that mode i just be grabbin my mother f-cking bag
smoking on straight dope
am selling to junkies they going out sad
and that lil b-tch she dare to lie to me
i be at the store she getting fried she finna die in grease
am finna take that bag but she wanna keep that bag for peace
am telling you that bag for me if you tryna cop it ain’t for free
stop talkin about that tea
i only want racks thats all on me (huh)
b-tch when i see you in the street
got red in my cup better take a seat
(huh, yuh)

[verse]
was sixteen b-tch am still drummin (huh)
put yo ass up in that funyuns
i dont need no glock lil b-tch is you done yet
(huh, yeah)
we having somе fun yet
smoking on gas we gon pull up and skunk it
shootin my shot and now finna dunk it
old ass b-tch finna turn to a bummy
bmg no scope fifty cal
right thrеw his chest need one round
moo tippin you f-ckin hoe
ill make sure youll lose your toe
f-ck these bullets they ain’t gon play around
you a p-ssy ass b-tch you won’t double down
roll my dice you hit that ice ill put your ass up in that pound
dont hit me up if you ain’t on it
556 gon hit your bonnet
you can’t move fast enough you cannot dodge it cause i know yo ass ain’t no sonic
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

[verse]
was sixteen b-tch am still drummin (huh)
put yo ass up in that funyuns
i dont need no glock lil b-tch is you done yet
(huh, yeah)
we having some fun yet
smoking on gas we gon pull up and skunk it
shootin my shot and now finna dunk it
old ass b-tch finna turn to a bummy
bmg no scope fifty cal
right threw his chest need one round
moo tippin you f-ckin hoe
ill make sure youll lose your toe

- ily loncey

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