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vons wrld - façade lyrics

[intro]
(yeah)
(you already know what it is)
(vons wrld, produced by mj)
(woah, hold on, let’s go!)

[verse 1]
b+tch, i’m hot right now
without a sun
run up on me
but me and the crew carrying guns
that b+tch over with
yeah, her contract is done
you n+ggas took this serious
i’m doing this sh+t for fun
yeah, i got h+lla money
not carrying the ones
these checks keep coming and coming
i feel like i’m nick cannon
from the way that i’m drumming
(woah)
(hunnids keep coming)

[verse 2]
um, i remember i was on the run
i was hitting l!cks just for fun
even though i was broke
no, i ain’t had no dough
so, i was trying to get me some
trying to rob me? nah
trying to rob me
n+gga you dumb
best believe i’m going to keep one
got a thirty and a drum
got a h+rny ass gun on me
i’ma up it, get to bustin’, make it cum
i pour a four with a potion, i’m passionatе
i’m wreakin’ havoc, i’m chillin’ with savages
shootin’ like mavеricks with them automatics
radical but i move highly irrational
beat a n+gga ass in the club like raditz
guess i forgot all of my home trainin’
’cause everywhere we go, we keep the ratchet
leave ‘em 6 feet deep
like a point guard
posting guns, thinking that he hard
but you a b+tch that’s a façade
b+tch with a fat ass like minaj
you ain’t invincible, you ain’t god
i passed that b+tch, i threw a lob
realest cavalier on me, like i’m varejo
yeah, i got the rockets
something like ming yao
she said she want to f+ck
i’m like “when?”
she say “right now”
(woah)
(that had me excited)
[hook]
um, the gun i’ma carry it
wet ’em up, no aquarium
thirty clip hanging out the .45
make it look scarier
ain’t been this high in a long time
everyday my money on time
your girl blowin’ up my phone line
told her i’ll f+ck her on my own time
strap, aim at your noodle
that’s what amateurs do
b+tch, i’m a dog
b+tch, i’m an animal, i’m out the zoo
i up the glock, make ’em jump like hopscotch
leave his ass sick like the flu
bad b+tches, need two
don’t trust him, he fool
(don’t trust him he fool)

[verse 3]
hangin’ out the roof in balenciaga shoes
virgil abloh on me too
fresh ass n+gga, all these pest ass n+ggas
i’m a press that n+gga, i’m a shoot
i’m a vet ass n+gga, up a ‘tec ass n+gga
trying to find peace, ron artest ass n+gga
i said
i’m hangin’ out the roof in balenciaga shoes
virgil abloh on me too
fresh ass n+gga, all these pest ass n+ggas
i’m a press that n+gga, i’m a shoot
i’m a vet ass n+gga, up a ‘tec ass n+gga
trying to find peace, ron artest ass n+gga
i’ma have to cardiac arrest that n+gga
(ron artest ass n+gga)
[bridge]
(woah, hold on, hold on, hold on)
(pause there right quick, man)
(hold on)

[outro]
yeah, spazzing on they ass in all type of ways
(woah)
spazzing on they ass in all type of ways
(oh, oh oh)
vons wrld, produced by my boy mj
we up next n+gga, we coming for ya neck n+gga!
(nlmb sh+t!)

- vons wrld lyrics

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