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sylvy - solo szn lyrics

bish
b-tch b-tch, bish (aye, aye, aye, aye)
just wait
hp, yeah, hp, yeah

trilll bryce up in this b-tch
n-ggas talking sweet, but he got a flat top
i’ma fold his -ss up just like a f-cking laptop, b-tch
every time i get to flowing i get in the motion
get the notion
got your b-tch up on me she wet like the ocean and
hmm yeah
i had to snap real quick
i gotta bad lil’ b-tch
you know she (suck my d-ck)
she, she say she f-ck wit’ my flow you know how it goes
lil’ shawty a hoe
i get it fast like digital dash
i only worry bout’ the cash
my money is blue like b-tch who is you
she blow me just like a kazoo
i hang wit’ them k!llers, my n-ggas gorillas
free them n-ggas out the zoo
i shoot like i’m curry, my money is dirty
you know i be flipping that pac
talk down on my n-ggas, they coming to get ya
cause none of em know how to act
aye
and you know i got the toolie b-tch
you a stupid b-tch
pull up wit your wife we playing smash but no nintendo switch
i got money i got hits for days
you can check the plays
i got corn i got the chips and i ain’t talking frito-lay

got a b-tch right from the bay and she so nasty
had to rob the plug cause this n-gga tryna’ tax me
if he talking sh-t, p-ssy come and get your -ss beat
then i take a selfie wit’ his b-tch
and her -ss cheeks
still getting money from this l1ck that i hit last week
don’t know why n-ggas talking sh-t but they can’t @ me (can’t tag)
boy you better hope that i don’t come across your addy
or leave you like a orphan
k!ll your mama or your daddy

feeling shifty
i’ma go get me a 10 piece, yeah
she wanna tempt me
smoke that pac in the backseat, yeah
i don’t want your hoes, cause i got my own
i don’t text her i just play her like its tic tac toe
i got 2 different women in different states
i don’t have the time to be around you if you is a lame
please n-gga don’t get knocked
you scary, jump like hop scotch
i’m saving up for a glock
cause i’m on your -ss like a cop
run up the interval i be too difficult to be hanging wit’ a op
i gotta couple of people that steady be stressing me just for some time
give me your chick, i took her easy, sorta like hitting a l1ck
lil’ boy you a kid, buy a diaper for your sh-t

we cannot conversate if it ain’t about the paper
i got 20 b-tches some for now and some for later
p-ssy n-ggas mad its whatever they just haters
f-ck em’ its all cool
i’ma let you meet your maker

- sylvy lyrics

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