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sugar cones - mr. fancy lyrics

luckily my morals are hidden behind a paper bag
grab a rag wash down my car the missile has no cracks
blowing up every party nickname is the f+cking frag
not to brag but my garage the size of chilliwack
coke+a+cola truck the green missile wasn’t sufficient
rob a bank last weekend do it again grab the blueprints
it’s a hasty decision to drop mills on fashion sh+t
once you see the bag and tux you know it’s over with

[chorus]
call me mr. fancy b+tch you sleeping on me get a grip
wear my red tie black suit to a lawsuit b+tch i got the fit
i’m a culprit with a dream of laundering and counterfeit
feeling soaked and wet tuxedo drowning in this f+cking drip

k!lling these f+cks and i’m k!lling these b+tches
but you don’t what i do in my tie
they trying stepping and die
bl++dy bodies going up as the fly
sh+t my suit red from the bloodshed
put lead to his and he plead
people hear sh+t and fled
pull out the gun and spread
making sure we hit the fedsfancy ass skin mask
from this f+cking richie
ate his wife’s flesh
and i did it real quickly now i got they money
and i’m doing sum funny
i buy suit burn them dolla bills
cops in pursuit and i shoot for the thrill
it’s one bullet six f+ckin k!lls
i’m exited i mothaf+ckin squeal
but b+tch i’m mr. fancy
[chorus]
call me mr. fancy b+tch you sleeping on me get a grip
wear my red tie black suit to a lawsuit b+tch i got the fit
i’m a culprit with a dream of laundering and counterfeit
feeling soaked and wet tuxedo drowning in this f+cking drip

- sugar cones lyrics

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