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letra de ghilly suit - lil tony official

[intro]
(how the f-ck do you say your name, lil’ twin?)
sh-t a game (baow, blaow-baow-baow-baow-baow)
a f-ckin’ game, man (haha)
y’all n-ggas’ ass some f-ckin’ hoes (y’all n-ggas some hoes, for sure, for sure, for sure, for sure, for sure)
blaow
yeah, yeah, huh (blaow, blaow, blaow)

[chorus]
come through ghillie suit, playin’ with the opps, like a big flu called, pick up
knocked his partner down, it’s a warzone in the a, he couldn’t even pick him up
get a triple-double out two glocks, i’m with lil zay, mix him up, zipped him up
b-tch, i spent four thousand on this k, get with us, i ain’t cl!ckin’ up
beat an opp n-gga ass out his socks, i ain’t got my glock
but i can’t go, my pole just like my soul, i can’t even live without it
in another n-gga’s city, tryna f-ck on they spouses
ridin’ ’round so geekеd, n-gga, this a big body
it’s an evil world, i sw-ng the h-ll, probably lift thе soul up out his body

[verse]
yeah, hah, the f-ck he thought? (the f-ck?)
i just can’t get out my childish ways, i’m still tryna get sh-t chalked (i’m tryna get sh-t chalked)
n-gga wanna play, got a couple sh-lls out the twelve-gauge, i know i’ma get this sh-t off (i know i’ma knock him)
guns galore, n-gga wanna play with rampage, we like to go knock sh-t out (knock sh-t out, yeah)
i’m tryna get me a thick ho, go to rodeo, and make the ho suck my b-lls (suck it)
it ain’t nothin’ to make that call, i got b-tches out in cabo (i got b-tches out in cabo)
money come fast, b-tches like to slob slow, i keep my eyes closed (bah-bah-bah-baow)
b-tch, i’m plugged in like el chapo, money long, so i run from the narcos
load up in a van like some mexicans, make n-ggas duck they taco (duck his taco)
i can scan the b-tch inside on these p-ssy-ass n-ggas like a barcode (barcode)
pull up, hear a “swoosh,” that’s a 22, catch his face like the tarp closed (woo-woo-woo-woo)
i don’t wanna kick sh-t with y’all p-ssy-ass n-ggas, i’m not ronaldo (f-ck you)
and these dumb-ass b-tches ain’t good for sh-t, so we make ’em suck and swallow
[chorus]
ghillie suit, playin’ with the opps, like a big flu called, pick up
knocked his partner down, it’s a warzone in the a, he couldn’t even pick him up
get a triple-double out two glocks, i’m with lil zay, mix him up, zipped him up
b-tch, i spent four thousand on this k, get with us, i ain’t cl!ckin’ up
beat an opp n-gga ass out his socks, i ain’t got my glock
but i can’t go, my pole just like my soul, i can’t even live without it
in another n-gga’s city, tryna f-ck on they spouses
ridin’ ’round so geeked, n-gga, this a big body
it’s an evil world, i sw-ng the h-ll, probably lift the soul up out his body

- lil tony official

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