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izaya tiji - gobble (snippet) lyrics

[intro]
mm, [?]
mm+mm, uh
uh+uh+uh

[verse]
a lot of hoes baby girl don’t trip
got a lot of enemies, keep yo’ pole
brought my m4 in a m3 and it got green tips
i wanna be like rockefeller i got blue strips
she so wet i got that hoe turned to a cruise ship
this lil’ drank so dirty, got you drunk off 2 sips
why you brandishing yo fye, won’t bust it
guess i got a new fn
take her to the store to get a new dress, we tryna get [?]
i just hopped in something foreign, i don’t know what it is, i’m f+cked up
i got a b+tch that love me, suck my d+ck until the sun come up
and i couldn’t be no dummy, i’on know what it is, can’t do no puff puff
if i find out a n+gga tried to lace my sh+t he’ll get punched up
ayy, if you walk in hеre you hear a pump, yuh
if you ain’t gettin no monеy, i gotta shun ya’
watching over my sis, foo’, i might drum ya’
zay+way cold in this b+tch like i’m a tundra
she keep tryna talk, i’m deep in her tonsils
i know that i’ll never f+ck no bronx ho (flrrr)
organs hurting, i won’t hear no doctor, uh+uh
cause the money keeping me alive, yeah, yeah
mm+mm, mm+mm+mm
cause the music makin’ me survive, i’m like, uh+uh
get to poppin’ this might burn you like some fries
and i need my sh+t sucked sloppy b+tch ion play about my top
that b+tch creaming and she squirting and it got all on my locs
i might look weird to y’all n+ggas but i pull all of y’all thots
broke ass hating n+gga, laugh emoji on him in real life
i’m too sharp, ya’ b+tch had let me cut into her like a knife
i might hit you in yo’ lungs, gobble+labble, labble
i don’t even know hot to say that sh+t
bro got to bussin’, couldn’t take the l!ck
get yo’ lawyer, bust yo ass you try to say sh+t
bro gunned ’em, they got chop cause that’s a fake bl!ck
[?]
i gotta take these n+ggas away
when it come to these hoes i gotta slay
when it come to these n+ggas, get my revenge
that girl so beautiful could give her a 10
ain’t got no money but keep a band
ain’t got no money and that is a sin
i’m gettin’ close to 7+ele’+m
i gotta clutch when i’m checkin’ the mail
you had a [?]
[?] we cannot fail, yeah
police behind us, adrenaline, we cannot bail
[?] settle beef [?]
police ass n+gga, no you can’t come and chill
only a matter of time until young n+gga get put in just like [?]
wanna od off my scripts
swear i got ptsd, i’m outside i’m anxious, got me by my lyft
don’t run up, you get shot right in yo’ pancreas, don’t wanna see this
i won’t wanna see this

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