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letra de my year - vonni.5

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[intro]
be for real n-gga tap in
be for real n-gga tap in
be for real
be for real
be for real
b-be for real n-gga tap in
dj maxii

[verse: vonni.5]
n-gga acting like a b-tch, brody so sweet
shawty crazy, i ain’t trippin’ let the hoe tweet
b-tch i’ll really up a .40, you just post tweets
on my grind b-tch, 24/8 yeah the whole week
f-ck a deal, all these labels they be hoeing me
like f-ck rap, b-tch i’m really out here makin’ poetry
n-ggas want me gone, keep a pole on me
i know i’m top one, ain’t no other n-gga cold as me
b-tch it’s 2025, this is my year
i’m too tough, grammy with an s like i’m high tiеr
bullets flying, donald trump i hit his right ear
i pulled on that n-gga suitеd up, like buzz lightyear

[verse 2: fangmadesoso]
huh the way you n-ggas d-ck suck, you think you working on a corner (corner)
bros steady makin’ all this paper, you think we warner
i could train you how to swag, but i ain’t really into torture
n-gga i need all the swag to the max, i’m a h–rder
b-tch i’m wit’ vonni, hot like taki
b-tch on my d-ck, eat it up like hibachi
n-ggas h-lla salty, but so sweet teriyaki
wit’ a eu n-gga while i’m slidin’ wit’ a tommy
cuss a n-gga out, hit wit’ stick like i’m maki
hit yo ass wit’ all different styles feel like baki
n-gga i know that i am him, n-gga i ain’t being c-cky
she gon’ cream on my stick, d-ck look like ya pocky
[verse 3: ixybxy.999]
beat a n-gga ass, like my name muhammad ali
then choke her out, like a left 4 dead jockey
ask me if i’m high and i tell you n-gga probably
give a b-tch d-ck now she walking like a zombie
yeah my swag is so marvelous
[?]
[?] you bouta gamble or you harmless
say you gonna slide or do som’, but you carless
pockets h-lla fat, [?] or norbit
treat a n-gga block like a earth, imma orbit
with a gang member, but he turned to informant
i get to serving everybody, no like tim hortons
she feel like miley, cause she got on some jordans
pull up in a box chevy, i don’t need a foreign
the cartel feel the swag in your organs
his plug just came back from his break, what i’m scorin’
25 is my year
on that hoe sh-t don’t bring it over here
do they want to come outside, no pierre
only real liquor, i don’t sip no beer

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