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sylvy – fuk da hook lyrics

wha wha wha
who next, i next
wha wha
i next, i next
my n-ggas smoke the zip up
tell your b-tch to zip up
in and out them cakes leave em’ sticky like some syrup
n-gga real soft he don’t even need a mirror
talking all that sh-t but my n-gga bout’ to tear up
smoking on that gas
man it got me gone
my n-gga searching for me, i in the clouds all alone
sipping on this drink, got me feeling like a zombie
hearing n-ggas talk but i don’t see n0body
n-gga tryna be rich, i ain’t talking roddy
got em’, d-mn
and she got a f-cking mouthful
p-ssy up in a choke hold
like some clothes n-ggas will fold
been wit’ my n-ggas since snotty nose
d-mn n-gga i gotta lotta hoes
haaa, what the f-ck
got them big ole bubble groupies
wit’ them big ole bubble booties
when i step up in the club
ion even need my toolie n-gga

i think you should listen
i could pull a move in mintues
i’ve been dripping on you homie
now you slipping, b-tch it’s different
you too short like lizard
if you try to flex up then i’ll take your b-tch like dessert
thinking bout’ taking your lady to dinner
end up nuttin’ on her t-shirt
like dri-fit, i’m comfortable so she like it
you know i ball like spike lee
she throwing it back, reclining
i keep it rolling like scroller
fizz up like soda
got your girl, remote controller
these n-ggas fold inside folders
roll up the bank i ain’t talking a boulder
i got a hoe, clean like soap
what did she say?
i think you dope
i say of course!
cause that’s what i’m smoking on
ooh where’s my team?
where’s my millions?
ooh, couple digits
i won’t spend it
i’m cold, december
there’s no new members
basically saying that if i get a bed wit’ 2 hoes up in it
no new members
yeah, i got cards on deck
you can check my stats
swear you n-ggas slack
b-tch i need a snack
d-mn i’m off the pac
there is, no new members
she providing like service
she care for me, no urgent
she bowing down, no servant

yfn b-tch
you’s a rat, a rat
you a ratting for some stacks
all my n-ggas got attack
if you see me spending back
on that cup wit’ all black
when you see, don’t look back
cause i’m really finna buss your sh-t
i’m feeling like that
off them lean and them xanny
i on cloud 9 and this b-tch giving neck
yeah my b-tch mighty fine
it’s lo nell, b-tch
that’s the party line
and i bout’ to end your race n-gga this your finish line
gang
b-tch i always going dummy
i’m got tax you on that pac, if i need my f-cking money
if you can’t pay that price better talk your mommy
while i cutting in the booth
and f-cking on your auntie
it’s lo nell b-tch i back
running up a sack
chasing all this guala
and i counting up these racks
i been losing bookoo brothers
but i ain’t been losing stacks
if you don’t pay me back my money then lil’ b-tch you getting slapped
on gang

- sylvy lyrics

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