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vons wrld – flight assist lyrics

[intro]
yeah, ties n+gga
you know how this sh+t go, foreal

[verse 1, qu4n]
said this sh+t off the dome, ain’t no writing sh+t (yeah)
said you with your ho, then i done piped the b+tch (foreal)
and nine times out of ten, i didn’t like the b+tch
you flew her out, and i f+cked, that’s a flight assist (ooh)
and i put it on god you can’t touch me (on god)
all the blue on my b+tch and she love me (foreal)
off the cup so i’m feeling like lucki (one hunnid)
you my son, i might give you a nuggie
got a b+tch that’s gon’ drop off her kids to come see me
see my neck and wrist, and see fiji
if i’m mario b+tch you luigi
know you slimey, you moving too greasy
got another that’s dying to see me
i’m doing some sh+t that you can’t
i hop off a flight, then go catch a deposit, then back on the flight, then fly straight to the bank
you ain’t got no rank, my young n+ggas high off that dank
and the sh+t that you put out to start
don’t try to press von or the rest of the ties gon’ be hot on yo ass
so we pulling yo card
talking ‘bout backpack, i’m talking ‘bout kayla
i’m talking ‘bout lik, if he catch you i can’t save ya
i’m talking ‘bout laffy, that n+gga the one and the two
he keep that iron like he jason statham
50g pulling sh+t from the 3 like he tatum
if you understand, got to quote it for batum my n+gga
off the dome, ain’t no paper my n+gga
can’t conversate, ain’t ‘bout no paper my n+gga, lil b+tch
getting tired of you feminine n+ggas
this just a sample of rimming it n+gga
and i swear to god i’m not feeling you n+ggas, no diddy (ha+ha)
[verse 2, vons wrld]
i am not feeling you n+ggas, but i’m gon’ feel on ya ho (feel on ya ho)
i was born to get the green, and i’m born to count up the dough (count up my racks)
i am gon’ f+ck on yo b+tch, and i kick her right out the door
i do this sh+t for the ties, and we gon’ get money for sure, 150 (foreal)

[verse 3, vons wrld]
i do this sh+t for the ties, lil n+gga, but you should know that i am 1 of 1
i get the racks, the cheese, the hoes, and these n+ggas sweeter than honey buns
and you know i’m number 1, and this b+tch is going dumb
and you know i ain’t never been no runner up
and you know i got the gun, and she want to feel my tongue, i was young and she was like 21
i ain’t talking ‘bout savage, your ho really average
i been getting green, i ain’t talking ‘bout no cabbage
he looking for the hoes that’s made out of plastic
i want the ones that know they a bad b+tch

[outro]
uh, this a qu4n and von show
i want the green, i want the cheese, i’ma count up my dough
i don’t want yo ho
told her ass “get out the door”
uh, yeah, foreal (ties n+gga)

- vons wrld lyrics

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