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diggy334 – tooley tukked lyrics

[diggy334]
honcho n-gga
rip my brudda malik

gv n-gga, the muhf-ckin team
f-ck n-gga

[hook]

i ain’t been praying much
i had my tooley tucked
my jeans is nudie bruh
i’m listenin’ to nudy, while i’m riding with my tooley tucked
don’t get yo new b-tch f-cked
mom need bentley trucks
you can’t hang with us
bussin’ out the truck owe
i can’t show no love owe
ion pop bottles, i double my cup
i’m tryna f-ck models, i’m done with these guls
don’t f-ck with n0body but gang and my plug
i want real diamonds don’t give me a slug
i want yo throat, don’t give me yo love
you put all them n-ggas on and yo boat sunk yeah

[verse]

you ever skipped breakfast, lunch, and dinner?
f-cked yo b-tch raw ima fill her
she tryna put on some bryson tiller
played her my songs while i hit her
tell me how diggy turned k!ller
i’m just gon follow the flow of the river
cut that b-tch off with some scissors
peace sign, scissors
vvs clearer than crystal
long range stick for my hitta
shoot from the 3, derek fisher
this ain’t tru, this st. laurent denim owe
diss on the set we gon k!ll him
bad -ss since i was little
yo b-tch tryna figure me out like a riddle
when my brother died, i was with him
2005 i don’t remember
cause i just be off the xansss
n-gga i have the same friends
i’m practicing shootin’ at heads not a can uh
i do not f-ck with the feds
pull up with the glock in my hand and he ran
all of my b-tches they bad, they 10s
dropped out of college i just wanna win

[hook]

[outro]

yeah, i started making them plays
keep flexing yo girl ima f-ck on yo bae
i’m taking the lean and the percs to the grave
i ain’t doing that feature if you didn’t pay
yeah, i’m tryna stack up these chips, these ain’t lays
i got the drop where that f-ck n-gga stay
owe, hit from the back pull the bit by the braids
molly be kickin my ahh johnny cage
if you feeling hit then pull up for the fade
beat a f-ck n-gga -ss, luke cage
poppin’ these addys, i’m up all day
i been on percs, since 9th grade
you gotta leave before 3 you can’t stay
i’m in tin top and im servin them j’s
i’m on the block with the heat on my waist yeah
4ever it’s f-ck the jakes

honcho

- diggy334 lyrics

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