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flaco blanco & valdoxan - sarah snyder lyrics

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[hook: valdoxan]
hot boy summer, she drip like sarah snyder
ain’t no one like her, that’s why she posting everything
i cannot love her said she’s trying to f+ck my mother
need an accountant can’t count up all of these commas yeah
hot boy summer, she drip like sarah snyder
ain’t no one like her, that’s why she posting everything
i cannot love her said she’s trying to f+ck my mother
need an accountant can’t count up all of these commas yeah

[verse 1: valdoxan]
f+ck balenciaga, stick in my nautica
we do it like no others leave these rappеrs in a fuss
don’t know how to trust
only how to buss
your girl done hit my phone
p+ssy bite thе dust
money in the spliff, trying to give a sh+t
got you looking like my
crack a nang in the whip
crack a cracker with the cracker
crikey this a cracker
what the f+ck we making schmackos
throw my dog a bone
smoke amigo cone
mk ultra victim, when the culture picking
find it funny when they switching
i swap my vices like my b+tches
swap my b+tches like my flows
watching money grow
i planted lemons
wasted all my balance on the re+up
she pretty like maria
but she was not a sweetheart, left her in the pits
packet in the handshake, diamonds make them flinch
[verse 2: flaco]
what you going to do?
what you going to do?
what you going to do?
what you going to do when they come for you?

you’re lame, you unironically say no cap
any drink you want girl, the performer tab’s got no cap
says she’s a heavyweight, but those caps
will have her spilling like a mount franklin with no cap
it get tricky cracker, you gone feel that blowback
it’s tricky, run dmc, that’s a throwback
you never had one, so no you can’t get your flow back
too much information, i don’t need to know that
you’re a big baby, you should sleep in a cot
i got death grips cracker, you gone get got
every day my man tells me that he’s got some new pot
i’d prefer if he didn’t, like could you not
always had my own st++ze, i’m jamhot
your drip’s on trench foot, that’s a job for the moths
feel like winston churchill, i learnt from every loss
half of these brothers ain’t even real people bruh
you’re all bots

[hook: valdoxan]
hot boy summer, she drip like sarah snyder
ain’t no one like her, that’s why she posting everything
i cannot love her said she’s trying to f+ck my mother
need an accountant can’t count up all of these commas yeah
hot boy summer, she drip like sarah snyder
ain’t no one like her, that’s why she posting everything
i cannot love her said she’s trying to f+ck my mother
need an accountant can’t count up all of these commas yeah



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