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ily loncey – scam lyrics

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[intro]
oh, oh
oh, oh
oh, woah
oh, oh
oh, oh
yeah nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

[chorus]
come lil bad b+tch you want what a city
cannot f+ck with that b+tch cause she ain’t f+ck with me (uh)
gotta bring the racks b+tch i made 50
we smoking onna j and we feeling really tipsy (huh)
back in high school me and your b+tch kissing
we finna run it up fist fight and its blissing (gang)
bad b+tch let me show you what your missing
f+ck your ex+man that hoe sucks at dissing (grah, grah, grah, grah, grah
[verse]
shoot an opp b+tch you movin with a chopstick
lost a bag and you know that’s a blockage
f+ck the broke man and i said run yo pockets
if you g+y b+tch p+ssy come out the closet
y’all got scam going straight to a kickback
thought i gave you perks but i really gave you tic+tac’s
take yo cash and you ain’t getting sh+t back
sorry lil fat ass b+tch you really want a big mac?

[break]
oh, oh, oh
yeah, oh woah
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

[verse 2]
main b+tch called me and am with my side hoe
gotta take a trip and i went stright to tahoe
gotta run it up that b+tch a psycho
seem like a dude with sharp blades her name michael
watch a movie b+tch you wanted mike amiri
head to the jet and am straight to the phalli
shooting shoots luh b+tch you can’t k!ll me
we can’t keep a hunit racks we only need milly’s

[chorus]
come lil bad b+tch you want what a city
cannot f+ck with that b+tch cause she ain’t f+ck with me (uh)
gotta bring the racks b+tch i made 50
we smoking onna j and we feeling really tipsy (huh)
back in high school me and your b+tch kissing
we finna run it up fist fight and its blissing (gang)
bad b+tch let me show you what your missing
f+ck your ex+man that hoe sucks at dissing
[break]
(oh nah, nah)
(oh woah)
(nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
(nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

[verse 3]
then you gotta go b+tch look it the time
can’t spend no more b+tch you running my dime
wrist so icy b+tch that sh+t gon shine
sour luh b+tch, b+tch you taste like a lime
shawty dip with my partner in crime
shawty so bad and shawty so fine (uh)
robbing the house for some dime
sorry luh b+tch but we ran out of time



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