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sonny d - night of the living dummy lyrics

[intro]
yeah
let’s get this sh-t for real though
yeah
skrt’
sonny d
yeah

[chorus]
i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ no dummy b-tch (dummy b-tch)
that’s some funny sh-t (funny sh-t)
you a dummy trick (dummy trick)
sonny got dat’ money b-tch (yeah)
i put my money in
who i run the money with? (who?)
they said i wouldn’t make it
that’s some funny sh-t (funny sh-t)
cause’ now they on my d-ck (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
go to foreign places wit’ some foreign hoes (foreign hoes)
plug f-ckin’ wit’ me so i could get it for the low (for the low)
that’s some foreign dope (foreign dope)
feds up on my -ss cause’ they be tryna’ know (tryna’ know)
they know i’m flippin’ dro’ (yeah)
and sippin’ flow
this that motherf-ckin’ foreign flow, yeah (aye’)
flyin’ to dubai
this that foreign glow (foreign glow)
get it like so
i’m cashin’ in a check
that fye’ on my deck (yeah)
in my sp-ce coupe
call it sonny trek (believe that)
alotta’ n-ggas bots
and i ain’t talkin’ mechs
super saiyan sh-t (ouu’)
f-ckin’ on yo thot
you ain’t sayin’ sh-t (nahh)
i’m steady slayin’ b-tch (yeah)
yeah i said i’m slayin’ b-tch
hit it from the back (ouu’)
i ain’t tryna’ lay wit’ tricks
i’m just laying d-ck (haha)
you a dummy b-tch
ion’ do that lovey sh-t (nahh)
only love my money b-tch (for real)
that’s a cap
i love my momma too, sh-t (yeah)
put her in a vette’
that’s a bet (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ese’s, bloods, n crips
you ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ my set (nahh)
now we pullin’ up
you gon’ break a sweat
call that hoe my b-tch
she be actin’ like a pet

[verse 2]
she do what daddy say (daddy say)
i put her on a jet
i ain’t seen her -ss again (nahh)
i’m actin’ like we never met (never met)
now she shootin’ threats
she gon holla’ on the net (oh, nahh)
that’s that dummy sh-t (yeah)
i ain’t never love no b-tch
unless they make me rich (ouu’)
i just made some b-tches p-ssed
sayin’ i ain’t sh-t (ha)
but look at what i did
i fed the family wit’ this sh-t (facts)
made them filthy rich
now you know the reason
i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ no filthy b-tch (real sh-t)
she lovin’ all my gold so she be tryna’ dig (nahh)
she a dummy b-tch
call me mr. snowman
gave that b-tch some numby’ lips (yuhh)
now she got some numby’ lips (ouu’)
i’m talkin’ bout that macaroni sh-t (yeah)
yeah, i’m on my henny trip (yeah)
never hit a b-tch raw
that’s that benihana sh-t (aye’)
throwin’ hunnids’ at the strip
gotta’ let em’ know who they f-ckin’ wit’
sonny d, b-tch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
got the juice, i’m on my sunny d sh-t
got my fetti’, ain’t no remy’ b-tch (what?)
faded wit’ my n-ggas
then we get the denny’s lit (skrt, yeah, yeah)

- sonny d lyrics

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