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fonzorelli - mission lyrics

[verse 1]
ay, ay gang
f-ck on the b-tch i can’t have me no wife
you got a pipe but won’t do that pipe
play with my bread then you play with yo life
give bro the word then your nose gettin wiped
smoking gas think i’m loosin’ my sight
she suck the d-ck up with all of her might
she ride the d-ck like she riding a bike
i think i’m in love, no b-tch sike
n-gg-s movin’ funny boy that’s how you get smoked
call up my slime and he’ll slime me like yo
i been to the deep end just learned how to float
this sh-t life or death i just walked on a rope
my n-gg-s janky they run off with your dough
this sh-t not a joke we pull up to yo door
whats in my cup got me movin’ real slow
i’m sippin’ dirty but this is not no c-ke

i’m not the same me i’m movin’ up so these n-gg-s is angry
oh my god
don’t make me angry my n-gg-s pull up shoot like [?]
oh my god
that’s yo baby she pull up to the crib she gonna brain me yeah (yeah)
i’m where the gang be pull up on us that sh-t get [?] i bet it start rainin’ (d-mn)

[hook]
money i flip it, just got a shipment twenty eight gs in a bag imma zip it
my man is wicked these n-gg-s is b-tches
stay on yo -ss n-gg- imma go get it
got yo b-tch strippin’ then imma hit it, hit from the back then i’m switchin’ positions
but i can’t get caught up in no b-tches i just need the riches bruh thats a priority thats my main mission

[verse 2]
young chief
i feel like i play for kc bread in my pocket and that’s on the daily
shawty r-t-rded she sippin’ [?]
hit from the back turn around let me bust on your face, please
my n-gg-s pull up shoot say cheese
like we under trees how these n-gg-s act shady
i got a clip for the next n-gg- who snakey
confronted him and that boy started shaking

run my money up i ain’t talkin’ no pacing
hide for your life but you know you in danger
flip the work like a, power ranger
i’m taking off i belong in a hanger
step in my closet approaching the hanger
i got the guap i belong at chipotle
imma ball hard don’t care what my coach say
n-gg-s is [?] belong in circus ole

gotta stay on my ps and my qs and my toes
been under pressure i never froze
been under pressure never did fold
gun to my face still stood ten toed
still give it away i’m not gone fake
rather tell truths then the lies that he say
these n-gg-s sellout they belong on ebay
run my bread up belong in a relay

[hook]

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