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pnthn - fi-lo lyrics

[verse 1: dc4prez]

fly lil, fye lil, fine lil bih’ gotta fye lil shawty
eyes low still see the prize lil bit
i’m deprived of the sh-t know my eyes look 40
walk with a 40 like a lightskin aubrey
b-tch stop recording got the opps all on me
opposite clonin’ but it ain’t none like me
soon as i’m up keep the high beams off me
off me huh, off me yuh
that weatherman just tryna lock me up
i fell in love, bih’ called insomnia
she showin’ up p-ssed with a tommy gun
holy smokes she soak my linen
holy ghost don’t pay no visit
not too humble ain’t seen my limit
i just like women man f-ck these b-tches
f-ck these gimmicks and f-ck these n-ggas
ain’t no cap ain’t bust these triggas
cap nor gown where the f-ck these figures
walking around like i’m that n-gga
run this sh-t up for my fam like yuh
these boys they stuck with the grams like yuh
homie cold feet in the ground like uh
six feet hold it down for the man like uh

[chorus: yd]

fi lo (fi lo)
fly hoes (fly hoes)
bros over hoes that’s the motto (motto)
md/20s f-ck a bottle pay no fees flying out to chicago
aye
brand new bands that’s a kick back (that’s a kick back)
yuh
p-ssy -ss n-ggas better get back (better get back)
huh
labels tryna sign no set back
where your head at
in da clouds with a jet pack

[verse 2: kenny casanova]

y’all kinkos we regal but somehow illegal
kemba game winner walk off da court
she wanna ride da horse i rock polo sport
you smokin mid, y’all f-ck with xans
pull up and i shoot you i’m megaman
stash it in the poodle from pakistan
and the palaces feel lavish b-tch
and the pastor man demands a check
my wallet said employ a chef
cook it right gourmet might splash on my white nikes
patty cake on her cakes shawty servin’ duncan hine
brah, n-ggas want a share of my crop
michael vick f-ck with my dawgs
her head game put me on top
twistin’ up the spliff when i plot
ebt codes when i shop
doug dimidome with the rock
n-gga made it home off a bond
my lawyer been a pro since the drop

[chorus: yd]

[verse 3: tony tone]

okay it’s god b-tch
pull up with the mob
whole squad sh-t
p-ss me the pot i been nauseous
still cautious
see the feds watching me
y’all imposters
they didn’t love me in august
of like last year, how sad hear
now i come back to my old crib
for some old laughs y’all trapped here
i be thinking imma live forever
might bring my b-tch to the after life
and show her it only gets better
in a smokey room is it after 5
cuz my day tends to start when i’m ready
i get outta bed break bread with the yeti
i’m cold as samuel where is my super suit
don’t needa yell i’m already super zooted
arugula all in my wallet
i could spend it not lose any profit
i could spend it look good for your honor
take my whole team to court
imma good boy i promise
and honestly it ain’t enough
get u choked up when u f-cking with dust
i got yo b-tch in my p-ssenger seat
and she wet imma eat it she freak like mrs. puff

- pnthn lyrics

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