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shankz - tonka (sadfriendd remix) lyrics

[chorus]
god d+mn, what i’d say that with your chest
lil’ b+tch, keep talkin’, we gon’ want it
i got b+tches on my line
and tell a lil’ shorty, i don’t want it
wait, diamonds on my neck
so, b+tch you know that i like startin’, uh
we gon’ kick it, we gon’ want it
i pull glocks up, and i run it (wait, wait)
uh, i do not want or but care ’bout the trace
feel like a hummer, diamonds on here
came with a b+tch, with a glock
and a beam and i’m bringing them under (wait)
makin’ them wonder, like i k!ll ’em, i plunder
send me your b+tch and a basket, and dunk her (aye)
whippin’ the whip till i breaking the bummers
and i hustle my glock, till the sound of my thumb hurt (wait)

[verse]
burnin’ that gas like an h2 hummer
put ’em to sleep with the beat and they’ll slumber
glock stay hot, like a street in the summer (wait)
send ’em to h+ll, we’ll take ’em down under
b+tch, watch ’em bout fight, they don’t know what to say
i be grinding, makin’ bands everyday
i just booked another flight to l.a
talkin’ sh+t and i’ll get you shot in the face
wait, i don’t really wanna talk
if you really wanna talk, then i’m really gun ’em down
wait, money comin’ by the flock
it’s i get a lotta guap, i’m about to slit ’em down
claim your talk, and give a f+ck what you say?
shut the f+ck up, get the f+ck out my face
keep a clip and keep a glock on my waist
hollow tips, now b+tch, and i might let it spray
[chorus]
god d+mn, what i’d say that with your chest
lil’ b+tch, keep talkin’, we gon’ want it
i got b+tches on my line
and tell a lil’ shorty i don’t want it
wait, diamonds on my neck
so b+tch you know that i like startin’, uh
we gon’ kick it, we gon’ want it
i pull glocks up, and i run up (wait, wait)

[chorus]
god d+mn, what i’d say that with your chest
lil’ b+tch, keep talkin’, we gon’ want it
i got b+tches on my line
and tell a lil’ shorty, i don’t want it
wait, diamonds on my neck
so b+tch you know that i like startin’, uh
we gon’ kick it, we gon’ want it
i pull glocks up, and i run it (wait, wait)
uh, i do not want or but care ’bout the trace
feel like a hummer, diamonds on here
came with a b+tch, with a glock
and a beam and i’m bringing them under (wait)
makin’ them wonder, like i k!ll ’em, i plunder
send me your b+tch and a basket, and dunk her (aye)
whippin’ the whip till i breaking the bummers
and i hustle my glock, till the sound of my thumb hurt (wait)

- shankz lyrics

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