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lil mon, lil rae & lil rez - munyun lyrics

[intro: lil rae]
huh, huh, he can’t show no munyun (okay)
d+mn, d+mn, d+mn, okay, okay
i’m geeked up, slime, i’m geeked up
i can’t even lie, i’m geeked up
huh (come on)

[verse 1: lil mon]
broke n+gga can’t show sh+t
n+gga down bad on they d+cks
when we pop out, we hit that brrt
n+ggas knowin’ we hit that switch (yeah)
don’t mention yung crew, n+ggas knowin’ we get sh+t lit
how the f+ck you diss, but you down bad? n+gga knowin’ you on your d+ck (p+ssy)
broke n+gga, show some fun+yunds, huh
yung crew done run up the money (yeah)
yung crew done run up them digits (yeah)
shout out my partners still gettin’ it
they might pay me just to rap, but i’m still trappin’, so i’m litty
we slap fullys on them dracs, no, we don’t care nothin’ ’bout no switches, yeah
[verse 2: lil dre6o]
yeah, i’ll walk a n+gga down, don’t play with mon
hop out, fft, there go that b+tton
put a bag on you, collect them funds
and i got switches, boy, put that taurus up
he broke, i call his bluff
i ain’t cuffin’ that b+tch, she ain’t fine enough
got a thick fine b+tch shakin’ ass in the club
if a n+gga say it’s smoke with gang, then tell him be exact
boy, matter fact, just use my at and, no, you shouldn’t ever think ’bout that
i smoke on rel, this sh+t here stinky
it’s f+ck the jakes and f+ck the critics
on they block, i just hear crickets
this a brand+new switch, i don’t use no semi

[chorus: lil rae]
097 tatted on my neck, i’ma die ’bout that
real big dog, they show me my respect, hit a ho, onto the next
shoot my shot, i bet i swish it, huh, step back, hit all net
the yung crew ran up a ticket, huh, i just want the check, huh
i just want the munyun, huh, lil’ ho, you is done+yun
spinned they block so many times, huh, them boys cannot have fun
hittin’ this ho from the back, she tryna run+yun
down bad, broke, he ain’t got no gun+yun
you keep on doin’ all that dissin’ in your song, like show some fun+yunds
[verse 3: lil rez]
i’m with the bros late night, we callin’ the opps, tryna see who the f+ck got paper
as soon as he say he don’t got it, we hangin’ right up on his ass, we’ll call you later
uh, ain’t n0body know this ho ’til i had posted her, so i done made her
sayin’ he ain’t believe in god ’til he got hit with fye, used god’s prayer
(got hit with that what?), these 7.62s
uh, no, god cannot help you
hop out backseat, straight act a fool
done spent four hundred on this shirt, this rhude
f+ck around, put the fye on his mama
make her f+ck all the bros if i’m in that mood
all of that pump fakin’, no, i ain’t with it
i’ll tempt me a n+gga to see what he do
f+ck around, grab the stick out the back
f+ck around, slide with the stick out the coupe
my brodie off perc’, get to walkin’ sh+t down
if you ain’t tryna spin, we ain’t f+ckin’ with you (h+ll nah, h+ll nah)
i pull up on a f+ck n+gga block and shoot me a movie like juu (like i’m juu4k)
if she tryna f+ck all the bros, gon’ hear that train go choo (haha)

- lil mon lil rae lil rez lyrics

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