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lil blue-footed booby - money spread كلمات أغنية

[intro: lil blue_footed b00by]
lil blue_footed b00by and yung slippery d_ck on that beat

[verse 1: lil blue_footed b00by]
i’ma walk in with a stick and then i point it at his d_ck
if he talkin’ sh_t, i grab the choppa, it gon’ l!ck_a_l!ck (tommy, this sh_t mad)
yeah, i got that beam up on my waist and i’ma take it out
lil blue_footed b00by always (tommy on the tra—) comin’ for your crown
go, here we go, yo, what’s the scenario?
oh, i just dropped an opp, think his name was frickin’ cop
yeah, i got that beam
i dropped him ’cause he was mean on my team
please don’t play with me, no
or i will shoot you down
[?]
i’m a turkey, gobble, gobble, gobble, like a bobble
yeah, these opps (tommy, this sh_t mad), they don’t want the smoke
got that bеam (tommy on the track), it’ll make you choke

[bridge: lil blue_footed b00by]
yеah, i’ma walk in with that bl!ck
talkin’ way too much, just suck on my d_ck
i’ma hit a devious frickin’ l!ck
if you are [?]

[verse 2: lil blue_footed b00by]
yeah, don’t mess with me now, ooh
because i’ll shoot you down, ah
shout_out to all the hoes in my phone
they be suckin’ on my big bone (tommy, this sh_t mad)
ayy, lil’ slippery d_ck (tommy on the track), get on this beat, bruh
[verse 3: yung slippery d_ck]
back up in the whip, we ’boutta money spread
b_tches p_ss me off and all i see is red
he bite right off the curb, he goin’ “frick that fed”
if that lil’ boy wan’ play, he is just a fed
we gon’ get the best, we gon’ pop right back
we gon’ get the gang, they gon’ shoot right back
i just caught some wives, they just cost some bands

[bridge: yung slippery d_ck]
i just f_cked yo’ b_tch, he wan’ suck my ass
i feel like carti when i do my dance (tommy, this sh_t mad)
i feel like carti when i do my dance
he pop right (tommy on the track) out the curb, we gon’ blow right back

[verse 4: yung slippery d_ck]
we gon’ blow right back, pull up with the stick and i do it like that
i gettin’ money, no we get a rack, i gettin’ money, no we get a rack
i feel like the gang, go mo’frickin’ bank
pull up the stick and i got a new brain
pull up the stick and i got a new brain
pull up with that motherfrickin’ goat
trappin’ that gun right inside yo’ throat
pull up the stick and we go on a boat
i’ma pull up and breakin’ the bow
ayy, on a real note, frick that boy, he look like a tote
we got bands and we make a bank go broke
i’m gettin’ money, now we watch regular show
[bridge: yung slippery d_ck]
i’m with yo’ b_tch, we watch regular show
i’m with yo’ b_tch, we watch regular show
i’ma pull up the tip of a toe (tommy, this sh_t mad)
i put in walk in that beam like a tote
i’m makin’ money and bands, money and bands
this sh_t mad, i done—, uh
i done pull up with a (tommy on the track) rubber bands

[outro: yung slippery d_ck & lil blue_footed b00by]
we gon’ get the strap
we, we gon’ get the bands
we, we gon’ get the—
lil blue_footed b00by and yung slippery d_ck on that beat
i’ma walk in with a stick and then i point it at his d_ck
if he talkin’ sh_t, i grab the choppa, it gon’ l!ck_a_l!ck (tommy, this sh_t mad)
yeah, i got that beam up on my waist and i’ma take it out
lil blue_footed b00by always (tommy on the tra—) comin’ for your crown
go, here we go, yo, what’s the scenario?
oh, i just dropped an opp, think his name was frickin’ cop
yeah, i got that beam
i dropped him ’cause he was mean on my team
please don’t play with me, no
or i will shoot you down
[?]
i’m a turkey, gobble, gobble, gobble, like a bobble
yeah, these opps (tommy, this sh_t mad), they don’t want the smoke
got that beam (tommy on the track), it’ll make you choke
yeah, i’ma walk in with that bl!ck
talkin’ way too much, just suck on my d_ck
i’ma hit a devious frickin’ l!ck
if you are [?]
yeah, don’t mess with me now, ooh
because i’ll shoot you down, ah
shout_out to all the hoes in my phone
they be suckin’ on my big bone (tommy, this sh_t mad)
ayy, lil’ slippery d_ck (tommy on the track), get on this beat, bruh
back up in the whip, we ’boutta money spread
b_tches p_ss me off and all i see is red
he bite right off the curb, he goin’ “frick that fed”
if that lil’ boy wan’ play, he is just a fed
we gon’ get the best, we gon’ pop right back
we gon’ get the gang, they gon’ shoot right back
i just caught some wives, they just cost some bands
i just f_cked yo’ b_tch, he wan’ suck my ass
i feel like carti when i do my dance (tommy, this sh_t mad)
i feel like carti when i do my dance
he pop right (tommy on the track) out the curb, we gon’ blow right back
we gon’ blow right back, pull up with the stick and i do it like that
i gettin’ money, no we get a rack, i gettin’ money, no we get a rack
i feel like the gang, go mo’frickin’ bank
pull up the stick and i got a new brain
pull up the stick and i got a new brain
pull up with that motherfrickin’ goat
trappin’ that gun right inside yo’ throat
pull up the stick and we go on a boat
i’ma pull up and breakin’ the bow
ayy, on a real note, frick that boy, he look like a tote
we got bands and we make a bank go broke
i’m gettin’ money, now we watch regular show
i’m with yo’ b_tch, we watch regular show
i’m with yo’ b_tch, we watch regular show
i’ma pull up the tip of a toe (tommy, this sh_t mad)
i put in walk in that beam like a tote
i’m makin’ money and bands, money and bands
this sh_t mad, i done—, uh
i done pull up with a (tommy on the track) rubber bands

- lil blue footed booby

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