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sonnie glo - no autographs (remix) [feat. dj dixon] lyrics

[intro: sonnie glo]
ouuouu
ouuuouu
aw man, we boutta do some damage
no photos, no autographs
no photos, no autographs

[chorus: sonnie glo]
no photos, no autographs
air your whole squad out
tell em to bag back
ain’t wit the chit chat
went to school mismatched
hit ya honey up, from off of the snapchat
never follow rules, all my life i been a riff raff
getting money long as giraffe
lil shawty gassed up, swear she got a jet pack
no new friends, ain’t wit all the kick backs
glock 40, know it got kick back
come look at this, flow ridiculous
x hoes out like saint nicholas
y’all n+ggas trash, make me ticklish
can’t say we not running this
she wanna party with me
she wanna put her whole body on me
sh+t get crazy

[verse 1: sonnie glo]
uh huh come get naughty wit me
i eat the p+ssy just like a hobby baby
these n+ggas broke, i think it’s a hobby baby
no handouts
made my own hope
my b+tch built well rounded
all this new money, i need an accountant
holy moly, i’m tryna shine like a diamond rollie
her p+ssy game r+t+rd
split it open then departed
my count is uncharted
woman exotic, sippin’ hypnotic (uh)
it’s ironic, that i’m hooked on phonics
i’m tryna live like larry
who said that life was scary
do what’s necessary
hold on
where’s perry? (uh)
you look funny no mask jim carey
sweeter the blacker the berry
got her sprung call it, “jerry, jerry springer”
put poor mama thru the ringer
no longer, let old flames linger
survived off oodles and noddles
now i turn lil biddies to toaster strudels
if you can keep up, kudos
bass kicking like kung fu, hidden lotus naruto
[chorus: sonnie glo]
no photos, no autographs
air your whole squad out
tell em to bag back
ain’t wit the chit chat
went to school mismatched
hit ya honey up, from off of the snapchat
never follow rules, all my life i been a riff raff
getting money long as giraffe
lil shawty gassed up, swear she got a jet pack
no new friends, ain’t wit all the kick backs
glock 40, know it got kick back

come look at this, flow ridiculous
x hoes out like saint nicholas
y’all n+ggas trash, make me ticklish
can’t say we not running this
she wanna party with me
she wanna put her whole body on me
sh+t get crazy

[verse 2: dj dixon]
dixon!
lately i’ve been losing my soul
outlaws we shall ride on
honcho stay tucked, yeah!
223 with the scope on
all blue face, no new face
take groupies breath away
she sliding up on the snapchat
you know seh she want it in deh
aye bet, turn up, diss the haters
we stay so wavy, curl activator
got two twins fly out from jamaica
made plans earlier to link later
she wanna sleep to with a new gen guy
“who me?” yes, you girl, you plus i
“stop, put your hands to the sky!”
“h+h+hol’ em'”
“h+hol’ e”
“hol’ em’ up”
wait, where’s my weed, i need to roll it up
hey, stop, cuz the room is burning up
tell me when you have had enough
i’ve been adding and adding, i cannot add it up
that’s the last time
feel the power of the mind
next time don’t you ever lie
girl you running outta time!
she hit the tone like madonna
hear the ringtone, i don’t want
[chorus: sonnie glo, dj dixon]
no photos, no autographs
air your whole squad out
tell em to bag back
ain’t wit the chit chat
went to school mismatched
hit ya honey up, from off of the snapchat
never follow rules, all my life i been a riff raff
getting money long as giraffe
she gassed up, swear she got a jet pack
no new friends, ain’t wit all the kick backs
glock 40, know it got kick back

[outro: dj dixon]
dixon!
lately i’ve been losing my soul
outlaws we shall ride on!

- sonnie glo lyrics

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