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con smith – so i heard lyrics

beat it up like amber, yea that sh+t left a bruise
percocet, i pop it, cause i got nothing to lose
hanging wit my homies yea they calling me the noose
10 d+cks in her p+ssy, now that sh+t is pretty loose
you say you a cute girl, nah you are obtuse
this one guy wanna fight, i don’t know him, who is you?
i got a rollie on my wrist and gucci on my shoes
p+ssy wanna switch up, now i don’t f+ck wit you

i’m flippin the b+tch like my name is jeff hardy
she got so much plastic i call her a barbie
she text me you love me? i’m texting her hardly
i’m revving her engine, i call her a harley
she blast on my d+ck, i call her a baja
shoot up your b+tch, im laughing like haha
i’m getting that money, i’m adding the comas
i’m loving the fame, but i’m hating the drama
i care on the b+tch like my name is obama
i’m running a train like my name is sir topham
flying a plane like my name is osama
she spit my cum out like she is a llama
i’m moving the b+tch, no newtons law
she suck on my d+ck, she got lockjaw
she a bad b+tch, ima hit it raw
i like your clothes, now take it off
beat it up like amber, yea that sh+t left a bruise
percocet, i pop it, cause i got nothing to lose
hanging wit my homies yea they calling me the noose
10 d+cks in her p+ssy, now that sh+t is pretty loose
you say you a cute girl, nah you are obtuse
this one guy wanna fight, i don’t know him, who is you?
i got a rollie on my wrist and gucci on my shoes
p+ssy wanna switch up, now i don’t f+ck wit you

they call me ty flex cause i’m really the best
like y’all cannot f+ck with me before i get pressed
like why is y’all talking i’ll put you to rest
you talking real crazy you better be blessed
i’m dissing the dead cause i never stressed
like shorty went right so i went to west
y’all all on my d+ck like b+tch be my guest
i’m chasing this money like i’m on a quest
nick bailey a b+tch and jeremy ain’t get back
y’all really not sh+t like come get ya sh+t back
you say that you robbed me like speak on some real facts
like me and con smith we making these big stacks
like who even is you you speaking on big fatz
not chasing a hoe i’m chasing these big racks
go back to that subject like y’all cannot f+ck with me
and i cannot f+ck with you
like shorty i’m dubbing you
like no i’m not hugging you, and no i’m not bugging you
im mugging ya shoes
beat it up like amber, yea that sh+t left a bruise
percocet, i pop it, cause i got nothing to lose
hanging wit my homies yea they calling me the noose
10 d+cks in her p+ssy, now that sh+t is pretty loose
you say you a cute girl, nah you are obtuse
this one guy wanna fight, i don’t know him, who is you?
i got a rollie on my wrist and gucci on my shoes
p+ssy wanna switch up, now i don’t f+ck wit you

you know i got that guap on me, i feel like lil uzi
i dropped that b+tch a day ago cause that b+tch super choosy
i took a l then i came back, now i ain’t never losing
hit from the back cause she a 5, man that b+tch ain’t a cutie
she f+ck with me and her best friend, that b+tch a lil fruity
f+cked on them both and then i dipped, i ain’t be chasing booty
said you gon pop me, when you seen me, b+tch you ain’t do nothing
computer gangsta, you ain’t bout it, man you really bluffing
i feel like nardo, first i eat it ‘fore i get to f+cking
this baby glock gon’ f+ck you up, on sight i get to busting
we walk em down, got better aim when they done get to running
ride ‘round the city with my k!llas, they be steady gunning
you think you did that sh+t before me? man i been there, done it
i’m with ty flex and the whole gang, don’t trip cause we gon up it

- con smith lyrics

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