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letra de sounds fun - slimey tay

[intro: fr-brazy & slimey tay]
sh-t sounds fun don’t it, sh-t sounds fun
ay, ay, ay, ay
quatro with da bl!ck, tay slime with ’em

[chorus: fr-brazy]
drilling in her p-ssy, yeah that sh-t feels good don’t it (yeah)
they told me to stop my sh-t, but young n-gga still going (b-tch)
shootin’ all the draco’s, yeah that sh-t look fun don’t it (yeah)
you the type of n-gga who put a drum on it (ay)
i’m the type of n-gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
she’s the type of n-gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
so much ice on, they pull up with heaters (p-ssies)
two-stones on my wrist, but young n-gga geeked up

[verse 1: fr-brazy]
i’m a lil b-tch, slime what you talkin’ ’bout
all these little b-tch tryna get on my d-ck, for some f-ckin’ clout
every month n-gga make molly, yeah a hunnid thou
n-gga thought he was him, so why so much blood is burstin’ out
you a ho’ n-gga (you a ho’)
i spеnd forty-thousand on some brand new clothes n-gga
sounds fun n-gga, geekеd up when i want n-gga
sn-tchin’ souls, “that n-gga flippa the grim reaper”, b-tch
n-gga don’t even have no fire
these n-ggas don’t even have no b-tches, if they say they do, then they a liar
i really came from rag to riches, workin’ overtime, you know i’m tired
lookin’ in the mirror, cause that n-gga got me inspired n-gga
47 gang crazy, we gone smoke ’em like a blunt
p-ssy ass n-gga f-ck with us and he get stumped
gang bangin’, n-gga do that sh-t sounds fun?
pull up the crib, shoot the house, shoot the truck
all my sheisty n-ggas be on scheming
real oppy, those are the n-ggas we be skeetin’
we will never smoke a p-ssy n-gga for no reason
all my opps just some f-ckin’ names, they no bein’s
[chorus: fr-brazy & yungan billy]
drilling in her p-ssy, yeah that sh-t feels good don’t it (yeah)
they told me to stop my sh-t, but young n-gga still going (b-tch)
shootin’ all the draco’s, yeah that sh-t look fun don’t it (yeah)
you the type of n-gga who put a drum on it (ay)
i’m the type of n-gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
she’s the type of n-gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
so much ice on, they pull up with heaters (p-ssies)
two-stones on my wrist, but young n-gga geeked up (billy)

[verse 2: yungan billy]
n-ggas gettin’ mad we puttin’ ice on
n-ggas call use 4-5, mer and quatro
4-5 i want a n-gga to come catch me, like the 12 homie
when you on that baby talk, you gone get danced on
workin’ out and l!ckin’ d-ck, she doin’ sit-up
4-5 always havin’ a f-ckin’ cl!ck, and get dripped up
diamonds, all over my body, they can’t see us
my opps really sneaky, you can’t tell when they peek up
n-gga got k!lled for treason
i got my ice on, n-gga i can change the whole season
your b-tch keep on creepin’, your b-tch keep on teasin’
your b-tch ain’t loyal, cause she wants me in her deep in
hearin’ the blah, blah, blah, that sh-t sounds fun
all that ash around me, that my opps and my new blunts
i found me a new one, i found me an old gun
i f-ckin’ with dgr, cause my n-ggas show real love
n-gga gettin’ rich, and they ask how
all the stans are stalkin’ me, they lookin’ at my background
i don’t even know what, and i’m not gonna even ask how
these n-ggas mad i’m on one, fresh of a p-p-p-p-p, ay
[chorus: fr-brazy & yungan billy]
drilling in her p-ssy, yeah that sh-t feels good don’t it (yeah)
they told me to stop my sh-t, but young n-gga still going (b-tch)
shootin’ all the draco’s, yeah that sh-t look fun don’t it (yeah)
you the type of n-gga who put a drum on it (ay)
i’m the type of n-gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
she’s the type of n-gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
so much ice on, they pull up with heaters (p-ssies)
two-stones on my wrist, but young n-gga geeked up (billy)

- slimey tay

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