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slimey tay – sounds fun lyrics

[intro: fr+brazy & slimey tay]
sh+t sounds fun don’t it, sh+t sounds fun
ay, ay, ay, ay
quatro with da bl!ck, tay slime with ’em

[chorus: fr+brazy]
drilling in her p+ssy, yeah that sh+t feels good don’t it (yeah)
they told me to stop my sh+t, but young n+gga still going (b+tch)
shootin’ all the draco’s, yeah that sh+t look fun don’t it (yeah)
you the type of n+gga who put a drum on it (ay)
i’m the type of n+gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
she’s the type of n+gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
so much ice on, they pull up with heaters (p+ssies)
two+stones on my wrist, but young n+gga geeked up

[verse 1: fr+brazy]
i’m a lil b+tch, slime what you talkin’ ’bout
all these little b+tch tryna get on my d+ck, for some f+ckin’ clout
every month n+gga make molly, yeah a hunnid thou
n+gga thought he was him, so why so much blood is burstin’ out
you a ho’ n+gga (you a ho’)
i spеnd forty+thousand on some brand new clothes n+gga
sounds fun n+gga, geekеd up when i want n+gga
sn+tchin’ souls, “that n+gga flippa the grim reaper”, b+tch
n+gga don’t even have no fire
these n+ggas don’t even have no b+tches, if they say they do, then they a liar
i really came from rag to riches, workin’ overtime, you know i’m tired
lookin’ in the mirror, cause that n+gga got me inspired n+gga
47 gang crazy, we gone smoke ’em like a blunt
p+ssy ass n+gga f+ck with us and he get stumped
gang bangin’, n+gga do that sh+t sounds fun?
pull up the crib, shoot the house, shoot the truck
all my sheisty n+ggas be on scheming
real oppy, those are the n+ggas we be skeetin’
we will never smoke a p+ssy n+gga for no reason
all my opps just some f+ckin’ names, they no bein’s
[chorus: fr+brazy & yungan billy]
drilling in her p+ssy, yeah that sh+t feels good don’t it (yeah)
they told me to stop my sh+t, but young n+gga still going (b+tch)
shootin’ all the draco’s, yeah that sh+t look fun don’t it (yeah)
you the type of n+gga who put a drum on it (ay)
i’m the type of n+gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
she’s the type of n+gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
so much ice on, they pull up with heaters (p+ssies)
two+stones on my wrist, but young n+gga geeked up (billy)

[verse 2: yungan billy]
n+ggas gettin’ mad we puttin’ ice on
n+ggas call use 4+5, mer and quatro
4+5 i want a n+gga to come catch me, like the 12 homie
when you on that baby talk, you gone get danced on
workin’ out and l!ckin’ d+ck, she doin’ sit+up
4+5 always havin’ a f+ckin’ cl!ck, and get dripped up
diamonds, all over my body, they can’t see us
my opps really sneaky, you can’t tell when they peek up
n+gga got k!lled for treason
i got my ice on, n+gga i can change the whole season
your b+tch keep on creepin’, your b+tch keep on teasin’
your b+tch ain’t loyal, cause she wants me in her deep in
hearin’ the blah, blah, blah, that sh+t sounds fun
all that ash around me, that my opps and my new blunts
i found me a new one, i found me an old gun
i f+ckin’ with dgr, cause my n+ggas show real love
n+gga gettin’ rich, and they ask how
all the stans are stalkin’ me, they lookin’ at my background
i don’t even know what, and i’m not gonna even ask how
these n+ggas mad i’m on one, fresh of a p+p+p+p+p, ay
[chorus: fr+brazy & yungan billy]
drilling in her p+ssy, yeah that sh+t feels good don’t it (yeah)
they told me to stop my sh+t, but young n+gga still going (b+tch)
shootin’ all the draco’s, yeah that sh+t look fun don’t it (yeah)
you the type of n+gga who put a drum on it (ay)
i’m the type of n+gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
she’s the type of n+gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
so much ice on, they pull up with heaters (p+ssies)
two+stones on my wrist, but young n+gga geeked up (billy)

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