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money spread - lil blue-footed booby lyrics

[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 lyrics

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