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letra de monday2sunday - keykeius

[intro]
ayo synthetic you plugged in
flarincy
what do you say smokey?

[verse 1: goneoffoxy]
i ain’t tryna play fair, we just playing for keeps
she can leave when she please ima keep it {?}
i just f-cked on yo ho told that b-tch rest in peace
only there for 2 weeks she ain’t f-ckin with me
i know that girl will tell, yeah lil p-ssy please
she don’t know what it is, 300 a tee
i’m pushing a wagon this sh-t is a jeep
lil n-gga got mad i ain’t sellin for cheap
[bridge: goneoffoxy & keykeius]
i don’t answer my phone when i’m m.i.a. (aye)
i don’t got on a cape no ho getting saved (uh-huh)
a lil phantom this time ima go to the bank (aye)
and i know that he mad, doing sh-t that he can’t (uh-huh)
i’m unstoppable feeling like shaking the paint (uh-huh)
i just sip on that drank till i can’t even think (uh-huh)
and i’m losing my patience, for this sh-t can’t wait (uh-huh)
i might take out a fifty count up in your face
(oxy k in this b-tch let’s get it)

[chorus: goneoffoxy]
i’m pouring up monday to sunday (yeah)
know sh-t can get flipped, that one way (yeah)
a model b-tch straight from the runway (yeah)
she f-ck with my lean, my feng shui (yeah)
i know that i’ll make it out one day (yeah)
she do it for free so i don’t pay (yeah)
we stacking sh-t up, know we don’t play (yeah)
too many times fell in love with this cup
how many times you gone act like it’s up
know what it is, whatever with us
she say she gone leave no i don’t give a f-ck
only see me one time but her mind in a bliss
pistol walk with a trix and i poured up a 6
and i can’t going in, yeah they know i won’t miss
she ain’t f-cking with this got high-c in my p-ss
[verse 2: keykeius]
she ain’t f-cking with this, codeine in my p-ss
talk out your neck you gonna talk with a lisp
one side your b-tch, one side my d-ck
we got green tip slugs with the .556
no talking he might pull out the camera
posted outside with a black bandana
black b-tch do white like hannah montana
can’t touch my b-tch, n-gga m.c. hammer
can’t touch my b-tch, can’t touch my stick
oh my lil yachty i need to one night it
to m.y.a. i must confide it
baby come this way there’s no lying
m.o.b. yng, we let the choppas out
that n-gga d.o.a. who let the doctors out
my money old as f-ck who let your momma out
and we gonna sell morphine by obama house
and ima sip codeine at my momma spot
i sleep with one eye open like fetty wap
n-gga make me mad i shoot the parking lot
b-tch shut the f-ck up i like to talk a lot
i’m too lit, like hotspot
n-gga choppa too hot, i need a drop top
my gun racist, a white cop
n-gga my life call of duty black ops
b-tch!
[chorus: keykeius]
i’m pouring up monday to sunday
know that sh-t can get flipped, that one way
a model b-tch straight from the runway
she f-ck with my lean, my feng shui
i know that i’ll make it out one day
she do it for free, don’t pay
and i’ll knock off a f-ck n-gga toupee
my n-gga too many times fell in love with this cup
how many times you gonna act like it’s up
know what it is, whatever with us
she say she gonna leave man i don’t give a f-ck
only see me one time but her mind in a bliss
man i walk with a stick and i poured up a 6
pulled up with my demons, n-gga 666
ho shut the f-ck up and come suck this d-ck

- keykeius

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