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letra de no toy #5bands - souq

[intro]
(bih, bih, bih)
(yuh, and a [?])
(bih, bih, bih, slime) (what the f— do djs actually do?)

[chorus]
yuh, makin’ all them bands, bih, i been stackin’ up that paper, huh (bih, bih)
bi- bih, i told that hoe i’ll f-ck, but i know i ain’t gon’ date her, huh (ain’t gon’ date that bih)
huh, yuh, twin, he got that chop’, you know he finna spin sh-t, boy, huh (on god, boy)
bih, i got a big ah’ glock, yuh. that sh-t ain’t even no toy (bih ah’ glock)
thu- thuggin’ wit’ these f-ckin’ bands, i’m buyin’ clothes you can’t afford (i’m thuggin’, huh)
b-tch, i’m ridin in that benz, you know i could not ride no ford, huh (in a benz, bih)
man, y’all be d-ck eating, y’all should get up off my c-ck (bih, bih)
yeah, my twin he got them 40s, yeah, we finna spin that, huh (b-tch, on god)

[verse]
bih, huh, pop out’ wit’ 40s and 9s and sh-t (yuh)
i- i got a bl!ck, i’ma slime ya, b-tch (slime)
ain’t do nun’, quit tryin’, b-tch (on god)
ain’t gon’ f-ck, quit cryin’, b-tch (yuh)
bi- bih, i got a bl!ck, yeah, we gon’ shoot that b-tch up (bih)
don’t give a f-ck, i got that fye, i’ll blam that boy, yeah, he get bl!cked up (bih, bih, bih, slime)
got bad b-tches in the back of the whip, yeah, they be eating d-ck up (b-tch, on god)
bi- bi- bih, racks- racks, huh, i been makin’ figures (on god, huh)
huh, i got a bad b-tch, yuh, she be doin’ tricks on it (yuh, yuh)
u- up that f-ckin’ fye, bi- bih, up that bl!ck on ’em (up that f-ckin’ fye)
bih, huh, he get shot up (yuh)
i pu- i put tris up in my water (on god)
i be grindin’ in this music sh-t, lil souq be goin’ harder (i be grindin’, bih)
if that boy talk sh-t, f-ck it, we gon’ shoot at his daughter (bih, bih, what?)
i been makin’ all this money, i can’t count it wit’ my hands (on god)
too mu- too much racks, b-tch, yeah, i need some rubber bands (too much racks)
yeah, my pockets, they be heavy, b-tch, i got guap in my pants (pockets heavy)
f-ckin’ bad ass b-tches, boy, i got hoes and they from france (on god)
if you try to run up on me, boy, lil’ b-tch, you got no chance (bih, bih)
[chorus]
yuh, makin’ all them bands, bih, i been stackin’ up that paper, huh (bih, bih)
bi- bih, i told that hoe i’ll f-ck, but i know i ain’t gon’ date her, huh (ain’t gon’ date that bih)
huh, yuh, twin, he got that chop’, you know he finna spin sh-t, boy, huh (on god, boy)
bih, i got a big ah’ glock, yuh. that sh-t ain’t even no toy (bih ah’ glock)
thu- thuggin’ wit’ these f-ckin’ bands, i’m buyin’ clothes you can’t afford (i’m thuggin’, huh)
b-tch, i’m ridin in that benz, you know i could not ride no ford, huh (in a benz, bih)
man, y’all be d-ck eating, y’all should get up off my c-ck (bih, bih)
yeah, my twin he got them 40s, yeah, we finna spin that, huh (b-tch, on god)

- souq

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