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onfully - wonder lyrics

[intro]
shee

[verse 1]
some days feelin’ like f+ck the world
bust on her face, makeup like covergirl (woo)
she say she like fully d+ck, it make her toes curl
meet the brown while the dog food same color is coral (shee)
f+ck mixin’ the syrup, i drink it raw
it’s amazing how the [?] flip (shee), did a somersault
used to stick n+ggas up for the cash, look at the wall
now state to state, anything you need (shee), i can get it off
they said when the bag touch down, say, “amen”
got the trap metro boomin’, i take tens
glock with a d+ck on it, b+tch went commando
had to chill on the block hotter than orlando (shee)
it’s enough money for everybody, ho, don’t bе bougie
one eighty, push this b+tch to thе max, i ain’t ruby
bro’ll shoot your top off (shee), convertible if he loosey
leave an opp dead in the parking lot (shee), somebody boost him
my brother made twenty+five, but he been an og
i know you got robbed for that watch, n0body told you
i like thick bottle coke+shaped hoes, not boney
play this game and get burned out, should’ve called you sony
i’m still goin’ hard, probably doin’ this sh+t for no reason
open in that field, throw you a bullet like a wide receiver
that fake loyal sh+t, you can keep it (shee), don’t try to leave it
feel like money bag, call a k a certified speaker
you not doin’ enough, it’s lookin’ like you need some improvement (shee)
my b+tch from down south, ghetto out in public, call her suki
you had the chance long time ago (shee), but you n+ggas leaved it
leave your face on the pavement, blood drippin’ (shee), dirty in the sewage
i don’t gotta say a word, money talk like chris tucker (shee)
stop askin’ me about murders (shee), n+ggas suspect, undercover
in new york just to sell that sh+t like i’m bobby johnson
hoes run up and whip titties out so i can sign ’em
[verse 2]
tell a b+tch chill, slow down, had to stop impressin’ me
while i’m make sure when you zip that n+gga, have an alibi
b+tch f+cked me three hours straight (shee), she said it been a while
with my n+gga ad and drop forty+one during a taos
you don’t got the lane that i got, you gotta reroute
did some sh+t gon’ come free, that’s probably what all the fuss about
in the hills, got a crib like i’m russell, b+tch, this run’s house
if i don’t got my drugs (shee) for the day, i’ma bug out
it’s crazy how my n+ggas press more than the cleaners
when this weapon discharge, leave you sicker than a fever
7.62 transform his white tee into a beater (shee)
walkin’ down your block with that pole, i ain’t checkin’ meters
got a four of wock’, told teejaee i’ma pour up later on
that n+gga f+ck with the zaz, chicken ps, ain’t talkin’ long
free the guys, every time they call, make sure i answer the phone
it only take one second, can’t press me while i’m life gone

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