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lil mon, lil rae & lil rez - munyun lyrics

[intro: lil rae]
huh, huh, he can’t show no munyun (okay)
d_mn, d_mn, d_mn, okay, okay
i’m geeked up, slime, i’m geeked up
i can’t even lie, i’m geeked up
huh (come on)

[verse 1: lil mon]
broke n_gga can’t show sh_t
n_gga down bad on they d_cks
when we pop out, we hit that brrt
n_ggas knowin’ we hit that switch (yeah)
don’t mention yung crew, n_ggas knowin’ we get sh_t lit
how the f_ck you diss, but you down bad? n_gga knowin’ you on your d_ck (p_ssy)
broke n_gga, show some fun_yunds, huh
yung crew done run up the money (yeah)
yung crew done run up them digits (yeah)
shout out my partners still gettin’ it
they might pay me just to rap, but i’m still trappin’, so i’m litty
we slap fullys on them dracs, no, we don’t care nothin’ ’bout no switches, yeah
[verse 2: lil dre6o]
yeah, i’ll walk a n_gga down, don’t play with mon
hop out, fft, there go that b_tton
put a bag on you, collect them funds
and i got switches, boy, put that taurus up
he broke, i call his bluff
i ain’t cuffin’ that b_tch, she ain’t fine enough
got a thick fine b_tch shakin’ ass in the club
if a n_gga say it’s smoke with gang, then tell him be exact
boy, matter fact, just use my at and, no, you shouldn’t ever think ’bout that
i smoke on rel, this sh_t here stinky
it’s f_ck the jakes and f_ck the critics
on they block, i just hear crickets
this a brand_new switch, i don’t use no semi

[chorus: lil rae]
097 tatted on my neck, i’ma die ’bout that
real big dog, they show me my respect, hit a ho, onto the next
shoot my shot, i bet i swish it, huh, step back, hit all net
the yung crew ran up a ticket, huh, i just want the check, huh
i just want the munyun, huh, lil’ ho, you is done_yun
spinned they block so many times, huh, them boys cannot have fun
hittin’ this ho from the back, she tryna run_yun
down bad, broke, he ain’t got no gun_yun
you keep on doin’ all that dissin’ in your song, like show some fun_yunds
[verse 3: lil rez]
i’m with the bros late night, we callin’ the opps, tryna see who the f_ck got paper
as soon as he say he don’t got it, we hangin’ right up on his ass, we’ll call you later
uh, ain’t n0body know this ho ’til i had posted her, so i done made her
sayin’ he ain’t believe in god ’til he got hit with fye, used god’s prayer
(got hit with that what?), these 7.62s
uh, no, god cannot help you
hop out backseat, straight act a fool
done spent four hundred on this shirt, this rhude
f_ck around, put the fye on his mama
make her f_ck all the bros if i’m in that mood
all of that pump fakin’, no, i ain’t with it
i’ll tempt me a n_gga to see what he do
f_ck around, grab the stick out the back
f_ck around, slide with the stick out the coupe
my brodie off perc’, get to walkin’ sh_t down
if you ain’t tryna spin, we ain’t f_ckin’ with you (h_ll nah, h_ll nah)
i pull up on a f_ck n_gga block and shoot me a movie like juu (like i’m juu4k)
if she tryna f_ck all the bros, gon’ hear that train go choo (haha)

- lil mon lil rae lil rez lyrics

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