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sylvy – god damn lyrics

boy this n+gga high up ain’t it
aye bae
oh sh+t i’m f+cked up got a bad b+tch in the studio
ahhh sh+t aye aye aye aye

smokin’ on gas and i’m smokin’ that pressure
i got the glock and its right on the dresser
your diamonds fake you just need a tester
i gotta honda i just want a telsa
i got that sh+t right up on me come test us
i’m lookin’ up cause a n+gga be blessed up
aim for head just put the vest up
she suck my d+ck i told her put her neck up
ice on my neck and its cold need a checkup
d+mn, oh why
smokin’ on dope and i’m high in the sky

sky high in the sky
kite
n+ggas don’t wanna try
ooh catch me on the battlefield
name scratched off, k!ll bill
that hoe be chasin’ like hot wheels skrrt
she be busy texting while i’m busy movin’ gone
i busy stacking while you busy losin’
shawty connect like some bluetooth
b+tch i’ma vet but don’t wear suits
b+tch i’ma vet, i don’t need a suit
uh ooh she slurp it like soup
i’m f+ckin’ that b+tch and i show her the boot
oh sh+t, hp god d+mn
i’m in the kitchen i’m whipping the ham
you in the kitchen you whipping spam
f+ckin’ that b+tch and i f+ck wit’ no hands
i got some money i’m thrown’ them bands
i got a check up cause i ran
i got a check up pockets fat
i got the money i was sellin’ crack
i gotta bad b+tch ass fat
i got the white diamonds rockin’ black
i got the gas put it in the pac
these n+ggas lying, these n+ggas be cap
all of my n+ggas be keeping a strap
hit from the front, i hit from the back
smokin’ on backwoods from the back
n+gga just run up on me i don’t lack
i gotta choppa its big as a bat
oh sh+t
god d+mn
free my n+gga locked up in a can
young n+gga i’ma run up the bands
got the heater on me give em’ a tan
bad b+tch not a one she a ten
got a heater on me just like a pan
these n+ggas swear i can’t understand
i gotta choppa it kick, jackie chan
god d+mn
phss whoo

- sylvy lyrics

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