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sumo – i love lyrics

[intro: sumo]

turn up, turn up, turn up
turn up, turn up, turn up

[mini-hook: sumo]

i like smokin’, f-ckin’, doin’ drugs
that’s that sh-t i love
i love money, f-ckin’ hoes and iove b-tches that turn up
keep a band up in my pants and a bad b-tch gone blow my blunt
and these hoes, they don’t know, but i just f-ck i do not cuff, ’cause
i like smoke, i like smoke
i like f-ck, b-tch i like f-ck
these b-tches be bustin’ at me, i don’t do no cuff, nahh
they want me to love them, but no b-tch i love my money, yeahhh
these b-tches be sl1cker they ain’t gonna get nothin’ from, nahh

[verse 2: sumo]

i got bands, i got bands
i smoke dope by the pound, by the gram
slide on the couch with a couple of her friends
stop in the car, she unzip my pants
bust a nut, skeet off, then i’m out that jam
go for the squad, she gonna do my man
stay strapped with the tommy like pam
you gonna get yo’ -ss (?) if you ain’t one of my fans
can’t feel my face, imma be smoking a blunt all day, imma smoke a blunt to the face if it no fake
there is gonna be no (?)—–
and i gotta get this cake, if money ever come late
imma make her feel okay, imma re-arrange the frame
drop’er body off in a lake and take this b-tch back to my place
i don’t f-ck with no lames, and these hoes lame
n-ggas act stupid, look i love acts its a shame
lotta n-ggas they changed, n-ggas are the same
b-tches gonna go because i’m honcho gang with the money and the fame, cars and the hoes, and i’m a real n-gga and i want yo’ b-tch, got 30 in the clip, make a n-gga flip, head shot (?) shot, for a n-gga talking sh-t

[hook: sumo]
i like smokin’, f-ckin’, doin’ drugs
that’s that sh-t i love
i love money, f-ckin’ hoes and i iove b-tches that turn up
keep a band up in my pants and a bad b-tch gone blow my blunt
and these hoes, they don’t know, but i just f-ck i do not cuff, ’cause
i like smoking f-cking, doing drugs, thats that sh-t i love
i love money, f-ckin’ hoes and iove b-tches that turn up
keep a band up in my pants and a bad b-tch gone blow my blunt
and these hoes, they don’t know, but i just f-ck i do not cuff, ’cause
i like smoke, i like smoke
i like f-ck, b-tch i like f-ck
these b-tches be bustin’ at me, i don’t do no cuff, nahh
they want me to love them, but no b-tch i love my money, yeahhh
these b-tches be sl1cker they ain’t gonna get nothin’ from, nahh

[verse 3: cdothoncho]

right now im smoking on dope
and i do little drugs, but i don’t f-ck with no c0ke
up a band playing b-tch to my hoe
she ain’t really trynna go, that b-tch gotta go
b-tch i’m honcho countin’ honcho’s
pouring froze in the quest cool in the condo
i like weapons and h-lla ammo
when it’s time to go to war b-tch i turn to rambo
i like smoking and f-ckin, and drugs
and coolin’ with hoes
f-ckin’ then off of them drugs
i be f-ckin’ you given her love
she suckin’ my d-ck, and you kissin’ her tongue
i love proda’s and foreign’s and sh-t
and l1ckin’ with hoes who ain’t boring and sh-t
chasing these 50’s and hundreds and sh-t
i ain’t chasing no hoes, i’d get tired as sh-t
pull on a block, they all on my d-ck
your l1cks and checks, i spent all on my wrist
your main b-tch she can’t get off of my d-ck
and i give that b-tch nothing but all of my kids
i smoke lots of loud, and y’all smoke lots of miss
smoke all that sh-t and i’ll sleep like a kid
hammers stay on me, watch out for them things
and you touch what i love and i’m splitting your wig

lyrics by: @mrigsbee2000

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