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spongenig - put gang on lyrics

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[chorus]
i put the whole counch on ’cause the p+ssy was so fire
mechanic pat in this b+tch finna take off your tire
if you bad and can cook crack, then girl, you is hired
don’t be inspired, clapped his ass, turned him to a survivor
this sh+t a mystery, we slid on that boy then he lived?
double back, finish that job, i hit where he lives
popped out with three caskets, k!lled mom and the kids
i ain’t know you was big cappin’, you copping at lids
i ain’t this sh+t from rap, yeah, i got it from bins

[verse 1]
at my party only 9.5’s or you cannot get in
or if you a 10
if you got a fat ass i might let you in if you’re a 8
and i copped from squig, said that he was close but now was late
i would do that sh+t too, that’s why i can’t even hate
tied you up then whipped you, trеat that b+tch just like a slave
i ain’t evеn hit you, why the f+ck she grab my ‘k?
why the f+ck you grab my rifle?
washed her p+ssy with my hand soap, i knew that b+tch was trifling
yeah
thought she loved me but she cheated, yeah, i knew that b+tch was hiking
have my phone on dnd, i ain’t know your b+tch was writin’ me
two hoes, lesbian, i just make them fight for d’
walked in then i shot his ass, i just k!lled him rightfully
don’t walk into my crib, b+tch, don’t walk into my pineapple
ocg the peak of the sea, we the pinnacle
you ain’t did sh+t yet, boy, you idle
and i heard that you be singing in that room like recital
and i heard that you wanna ride the wave, ride the tidal
and i heard you is tryna use my name, use my title
[bridge]
yeah, ocg, you already know
this the lil’ sponge style, hahahaha
yeah lil’ b+tch, don’t cross us

[chorus]
i put the whole counch on ’cause the p+ssy was so fire
mechanic pat in this b+tch finna take off your tire
if you bad and can cook crack, then girl, you is hired
don’t be inspired, clapped his ass, turned him to a survivor
this sh+t a mystery, we slid on that boy then he lived?
double back, finish that job, i hit where he lives
popped out with three caskets, k!lled mom and the kids
i ain’t know you was big cappin’, you copping at lids
i ain’t this sh+t from rap, yeah, i got it from bins

[verse 2]
boy your music recycled, put it in trash bin
i just balded out my tires just to get that spin
you ain’t never had a milli’ dumped right in your hands
oops, i thought y’all was the opps, almost dumped at the fans
and i shot him in his ass, made his b+tt look like crayons
shot him then he started moving fast like he hit him a stim, hahahahahahaha
scoped him from a mile away, he seen the lil’ glint
bro spot the chop from yards away, he caught my lil’ fn
i stub my toe then hit my head, guess that’s karma again
and i made him sh+t his pants first fight but he shartted again
a diver thought that he was safe but i shot him on land
and lil’ bro got some fake j’s but i brought him the brand
and i gave the tester a lil’ piece like he got it from sam’s
you got burgers on your feet like you got ’em from champs
bro tottin’ on a lil’ 380, he got it from [?]
and don’t buy no perc’s from these n+ggas, buy from my mans
buy that sh+t from patrick
girl that’s not what you look like, i linked with a catfish
hold on, stop the beat, that was d+mn near embarrassing



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