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breesco & young mondo - word of advice lyrics

[intro: young mondo]
wor+word of advice don’t trap where you stay
i’m with gorillas they’ll rip off your face
glock with extensions it came with a k
i just want money ain’t worried bout fame
these hoes be leaching, b+tch get out my face
i’m in the coupe tryna make me some plays

[verse 1: young mondo]
ridin’ around with this glock on my waist
shoot yo house up and leave with no trace
i know i’m the sh+t, but hoe keep it moving
either money or money cause b+tch i ain’t stupid
i popped me a perc and my dreams become lucid
so many bodies left these n+ggas clueless
gucci, balenci, versace, and fendi
designer on me and my diamonds cost plenty
i ain’t yo partner, h+ll nah, i ain’t friendly
lay yo ass out like yo name was flat stanley
can’t trust these hoes they be looking too manly
nasty lil shawty but she still real fancy
cuban and sweet, she love sucking d+ck
she shorter than me skinny, petite
he got left in the street, don’t tell the police
this xan got me geeked, trappin’ ain’t sweet
y’all n+ggas some b+tches y’all can’t f+ck with me
stop asking for money y’all n+ggas is tweaked
you not making money so you not on nothing
give me a 20, i’ll make it 100
my wrist gon’ be flooded, my neck gon’ be flooded
i’m chasing the money, ain’t worried bout nun
i told you to suck it now do as instructed
she eat up the d+ck while i’m thumbin’ through 100s
[verse 2: breesco]
word of advice don’t trap where you stay
i’m with gorillas they’ll rip off your face
glock with extensions it came with a k
i just want money ain’t worried bout fame
these hoes be leaching b+tch get out my face
i’m in the coupe tryna make me some plays
hop out the whip, this glock hit her lace
shoot up the party now that’s a cold case
know gang rock with me so b+tch keep it moving
cash or cash cause n+ggas ain’t goofy
smokin’ some za and now i can see through sh+t
so many b+tches my d+ck can’t do this
versace, versace, versace cologne all on my body
my cars ain’t rented
we movin’ in silence the whole city know us
so, you know my limo stay tinted
i’m something lil n+gga you ain’t
got all the guns i’m a big body tank
open this pack and you know that sh+t stank
call me tim duncan, i shoot me a bank
n+ggas trying to achieve a new rank
but i said f+ck that rub off the paint
bring the whole team up said i’m a saint
can’t keep a real n+gga locked up and chained
slidin’ down 75 with yo hoe
a mac+11, looked up to makaveli
these b+tches can’t never stress me
i wish one of these hoes would gon’ head try and test me
told her get in the mode cause she can’t fold
i said lil baby can i get the head please
i ain’t never froze this sh+t cold
pulled the strap, boom gave that n+gga brain freeze

- breesco young mondo lyrics

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