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letra de tomato sauce - sloppy forever

[chorus: ishboy]
i feel like john wick
pull up with 2 sticks
got the gang wit me all we do is hit l!cks
yeah, b-tch i’m real sl!ck
yeah, my b-tch real thick
try and put a gun up on me
leave you with a fat lip that’s tragic

[verse 1: lil tom]
tragic, steal your b-tch i’m out i call that magic
my side b-tch is catholic, she wanna wait till marriage
lil tom in this b-tch i put the baby in her carriage
flew her out to france because i couldn’t be a parent
baguettes in the face this sh-t is 24 karat
spaghetti in the clip i’m eating up all the f-ggots
praying for their lives they prayin to the holy spirit
feelin like a dictionary dishin out these lyrics
-n-lytics atmospheric biophysics dissappearance
hemispheric hieroglyphics interference metaphysics
perserverance, i am not one of those rappers you could just find on the clearance

[verse 2: ishboy]
yeah that’s tragic
who would think that i turned to a savage, you average
pull up with your crew you’d be embarrassed, stop cappin’
you know when you say that you ain’t ever had sh-t i had it
cause i’m a misfit i don’t fit in
i’m the realest f-ck your feelings
i’m on top b-tch check the tier list
i know they just want to win
but to these kids i’m undefeated
got the sauce tortellini
grant your wishes like a genie
told your b-tch to come through
and she pull up no bikini
give her noodle no linguine
making bars like this sh-ts easy
hit her once then i dip
yeah i’m out of there like wheezy
enemies prayin to jesus
she a bad b-tch like she venus
got a hit list with 3 names b-tch
watch me hit a hat trick

[bridge: gucci mane, reporter]
see when i had no money, i still had sauce (mhmm)
if you have no sauce, then you lost (mhmm)
but you can also get lost in the sauce
you can get… how you get lost in the sauce?

[verse 3: isthemailhere, lil tom, bean headass]
waking up d-ck on dylan’s lip (what)
g-y n-gga alert that n-gga suckin d-ck (eughh)
choppa on my hip, glock on my side (brr)
f-ck with the gang and you might die
yo girl listen to my songs said that sh-t fye (ooo)
when she come home, she gone lie
my choppa spray like pasta, drink lean sauce bruh
suplex ur b-tch, and toss ya
catch you in mid air and windmill ur b-tch ass
f-cked so many girls must mean i bust fast (eughh)
looks like there is nut on the forecast (what)
dropkick ur mans put him in a plastercast

- sloppy forever

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