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letra de royals - onfully

[intro]
shee
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
just left kc
shee

[verse]
just left kc, told her catch up with me, baby
how i’m out of town selling crack like the eighties?
onfully with a switch, put your face on the pavement
she excited when she saw me, bust it open like confetti
heard this sh-t could take a three, hit this sh-t with some fetty
drop a two-four, you’d think the boys wolves how they fetched him
he was ghost when he hit the ground, call him danny phantom
heard them sh-lls burn ’cause them b-tches hottеr than atlanta
think i’m ducked off, but i’m in the hood, the pistol poking out
nеw money, you don’t got none, heard them lames running out
can’t find mike, man, they put him in the lost and found
when it’s up, then it’s stuck, ain’t no getting around it
since he running like sonic, catch you while i shoot the coins out him
why you asking for some change and you can’t make a dollar?
my opps cheerleaders, all they do is jump and holler
put him on a wreath, tell how the drac’ popped his collar
ho, don’t call if you ain’t f-cking, why you even bother?
i might still spin her ass, treat her like a bottle
four of wock’, but this b-tch like drinking molly water
you know i’m posted on the 9 like i’m tony parker
just left kc, told her catch up with me, baby
how i’m out of town selling crack like the eighties?
if you want the work, put the tax on it, gotta pay me
if i bust in your mouth, how you pregnant? b-tch, you crazy
off an adderall, moving fast, never say i’m lazy
charged up, green veggies in my pocket like i’m casey
call bro slim ’cause he out here doing n-ggas shady
how is that? them bullets left his body drier than a raisin
opp b-tch said i talk spicy, fully cajun
i can’t even see these goofy n-ggas ’cause i’m faded
phone keep beeping back to back like a pager
put the red dot on your head, it’s a lazer
you know i’m stomping on them bugs, you would never see me two steppin’
[?] respect, i’ll k!ll a whole crowd, don’t care who save [?]
it’s a quickie when i f-ck this lil’ b-tch, give me two seconds
i’m on blow, it’s a green light, i ain’t asking who [?]
rumored that this ho suck my d-ck, she just bein’ messy
ej bought a striker, clean title, he gon’ go and test it
got some cars, punching numbers like this sh-t domestic
woke 24/7, got me feeling reckless
poured an eight in the pop, h-ll yeah, this sh-t look like pepsi
he was dead on the scene, they gotta call a medic
them other homies stuck on bedrest doing all that flexin’
you slow on that money, need a loan, i can’t even help you
i’ll provide to you boys, treat her like my son
one shot, then a hundred shots, ain’t no one-to-one
drop my load when i’m out in public, you ain’t even come
strap your nuts on, you ain’t tough, all you do is front (n-gga)
[outro]
press his ass up with me, baby

- onfully

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