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24lik & 392 lil head - warner bros lyrics

[intro: 392 lil head]
cashgang
24 sh+t

[verse 1: 392 lil head]
your b+tch came in a lyft, but she came for a train
call me dugg, i don’t wanna f+ck, she came for the gang
i woke up drunk still with stains on my bape
you do whatever the ho say, you a slave with a cape (ham)
you woulda thought i sprained my ankle, b+tch, i’m on brace (f+ck the opps)
my b+tch gave hula hoop, she ain’t got no waist (thick as h+ll)
this n+gga lik crashed the ‘cat, man, he so laced (ayy, what the f+ck?)
i seen your b+tch, you got corona, ain’t got no taste (covid)
we put your mans on a shirt, we on wanted posters
me and three b+tches make a movie, yeah, warner brothers
we got the city cliquin’ up, don’t even know еach other (at all)
b+tch tryna cuddle while shе bleedin’, ho, this ain’t a slumber (f+ck?), naw
yeah, b+tch, you gotta get out
i wouldn’t dare slide with you, heard you got a big mouth
you might not be a rat, boy, but you a big mouse (you a rat)
just had a famous b+tch on linwood with her tits out

[verse 2: 24lik]
he done blacked his b+tch eye ’cause she eyein’ me
the weed haunted, when i’m off this trey, i’m seein’ zombies
i don’t wanna f+ck the b+tch if she ain’t a dime piece (bye)
when i’m in the club, i be sprayin’ the hoes with dom p (shh)
boy, your ass cap, you need to be wearin’ a don c (cappin’+ass boy)
we can be in livonia, boy, i’m still shootin’ on camera (doo+doo+doo)
yeah, you bought that b+tch a truck, but i rammed her (dumbass)
my white boy throw bullets, adam sandler (grrat)
i be in your b+tch head like some dandruff (i’m all in her sh+t)
f+ck that n+gga tatted on you, i’ll shoot him off your skin (boom+boom+boom+boom+boom)
better move when this b+tch bust, .223s knock off limbs (frrt)
smoke a n+gga boots and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no timbs (he outta there)
but i be knockin’ b+tches’ boots, she ran her mouth to her friends (this b+tch messy as h+ll)
[verse 3: fwc big key]
yeah, i smacked your b+tch down, but it was not raw (john cena)
boy, we known for bendin’, swingin’ metal like we topgolf (topgolf)
after i f+ck and get the head, you get dropped off
doggy said i gotta make the food like some hot sauce (that’s it)
you gon’ rob who? boy, that sh+t for the birds
love money, i ain’t got no limit like i’m herb
me and izzo both f+cked, b+tch, you gang now (you 24)
you get shot at every week, boy, you dame house
this sh+t crazy, she sucked gang d+ck with the same mouth
lonnie my brother, on that road, we take the same route
boy, i got thrust, she gon’ let me f+ck, i don’t need to ask (at all)
tell your mans to chill out before i treat his ass
innocent, showin’ my b+tch off, she a neimans bag (what’s up, bae?)
my b+tch face cold as h+ll, she don’t need an ass (boy)

- 24lik 392 lil head lyrics

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