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letra de precision - sofaygo

[intro]
(we love you, tecca)

[chorus: sofaygo]
flex on all these b-tches, black out on these b-tches
racks i count them digits, you never stand on business
i never ate at [?], i hate to shop at [?]
i’m picky with my women, i see bullsh-t with precision
i know that she gotta be kidding (yeah), i knew that’ the route when i hit it (yeah)
i knew i was not trippin’ (yeah), i knew i was [?] to me (yeah)
i knew i was gon’ be the one (yeah), i knew i would go to the sun (yeah)

[verse 1: sofaygo]
i got racks on my wrist and they crush (yеah)
i step in and make a hoe blush (yеah)
he said he want smoke, he a dutch (hush)
she said that she good, she a sl-t (yeah, go)
d-d-don’t believe it (yeah, yeah)
don’t believe it (yeah, yeah)
start the whip (yeah), crank the demon
know i been gone for a while but baby i’m holding it down
how could you copy the sound when faygo got so many styles?
okay i been in my lane, i been on my own island
you-you can just give me the bread, i feel like a cash cow (pow, pow, nah)

[bridge: sofaygo]
b-tch i’m married to the money like i’m mitch
i put 5 band’ on your fit
my b-tch bad and she ain’t gotta do no onlyfans because i’m lit
sometimes i be rocking rick, sometimes i be rocking raf
sometimes i be in the mix, most days i be in my bag (woo, pow, woo)
(woo, pow)
[chorus: sofaygo]
flex on all these b-tches (yeah), black out on these b-tches (yeah)
racks i count them digits (yeah), you never stand on business
i never ate at [?], i hate to shop at [?]
i’m picky with my women, i see bullsh-t with precision
i know that she gotta be kidding (yeah), i knew that’ the route when i hit it (yeah)
i knew i was not trippin’ (yeah), i knew i was [?] to me (yeah)
i knew i was gon’ be the one (yeah), i knew i would go to the sun (yeah)

[verse 2: don toliver & sofaygo]
d-mn, that boy in here booted (huh)
d-mn, she got a big booty (huh, huh)
kali uchis, i’mma stuff my face in her coochie (huh)
pour the lean in kombuchy, i put 12 mans out here fuelling sh-t (uh, uh)
in atlanta like future, got a bad lil’ b-tch that’s a [?]
she wanna l!ck my private parts, i [?] a pill, it’s a autobot
i’m feeling geeked, she get down on her knees
i really be out in the mix, i be at the house by 6
you steady lying on your dead, [?] get my bl!ck
why do these n-ggas be lying to me? they lying like it’s [?]
i just went and took a 10 to ride in my coupé
if you play with faygo you can die, i’mma shoot you (pow)
i don’t f-ck around, i’m gon’ steady shoot sh-t
woo (huh)
woo (grah)
woo
woo (pow)
[chorus: sofaygo]
flex on all these b-tches (yeah), black out on these b-tches (yeah)
racks i count them digits (yeah), you never stand on business
i never ate at [?], i hate to shop at [?]
i’m picky with my women, i see bullsh-t with precision
i know that she gotta be kidding (yeah), i knew that’ the route when i hit it (yeah)
i knew i was not trippin’ (yeah), i knew i was [?] to me (yeah)
i knew i was gon’ be the one (yeah), i knew i would go to the sun

- sofaygo

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