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letra de fly water fish - tony shhnow

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[intro]
(i really like to use cash)
in my trench coat, i got… hey
(i knew you’d gone soft)
yeah, big stick in my trench coat and it’s hot, ho (dinner’s gon’ be cold tonight, assh0l-)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i’m smokin’ on gas, i jumped in the foreign, i just f-cked your b-tch
she don’t want you ’cause she want a young n-gga that do it like this (yeah)
i trap out the kitchen and step in designer, i fly water fish (yeah)
she off the molly, the perc’ in my body, we spinnin’ like discs (yeah)
two glocks, hit you once, b-tch, that’s a three-way
b-tches blow me like a birthday, i get cake, man
don’t you see me in these sweatpants? i got weight, man
trap star, keep a ziploc and a big glock (i really like to use cash)

[verse]
yeah, i switch up the swag, designer my bag
i see it, you know that i cop it (yeah)
it hurt me to see you ain’t got it, lil’ n-gga
it make me wanna go in my pocket (yeah)
i play with the bands, whenever i land
she call me and we get it poppin’ (yeah)
i know that’s your ho so i ain’t gon’ f-ck
but i’m prolly gon’ let that b-tch top me
i keep a big glock in my trench coat
run up on me, we gon’ let it pop like coke and mentos
i’m a trap star, baby, i can’t love no d-mn ho
i got real hundreds in, i never made the honor roll
i love my stick, she always by my side
n-ggas hate on me but they won’t ever try it (yeah)
i made plays when you was playin’ on the slide
check in with me first before you come outside
my trap get the cake, but we still servin’ pies

[bridge]
yeah, big stick in my trench coat
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i’m smokin’ on gas, i jumped in the foreign, i just f-cked your b-tch
she don’t want you ’cause she want a young n-gga that do it like this (yeah)
i trap out the kitchen and step in designer, i fly water fish (yeah)
she off the molly, the perc’ in my body, we spinnin’ like discs (i really like to use cash, yeah)
two glocks, hit you once, b-tch, that’s a three-way
b-tches blow me like a birthday, i get cake, man
don’t you see me in these sweatpants? i got weight, man
trap star, keep a ziploc and a big glock

[outro]
i knew you’d gone soft
dinner’s gon’ be cold tonight, assh0l-

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