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dead pool - lil tony official lyrics

round applause, lil tony spray sh*t, f*ck, i might just clap a b*tch
treat the opps just like some newborn babies, how i’m pappin’ sh*t
any day i’m hurtin’ for some time, i go and pap my wrist
thick ass afro like gettin’ on her knees, should call her kaepernick
walk down on him, make a b*tch boy eat fye, show ’em how to work that stick
glock*17, mothaf*cka here built*in, you can’t even see this switch
boujie n*gga, if she ain’t no ten, she can’t even see this d*ck
hit her with a jimmy, she want it raw, h*ll naw, i got her mad as sh*t

brand new benz, this b*tch c*300, i’m tearin’ up through the street
next time i get to coppin’ a big body coupe, f*ckin’ the back and sh*t
we got the young n*gga drop, so we gotta go spin
shouldn’t have been f*ckin’ with me
opps hate t but them n*gga know i can rap, they got my sh*t on repeat
bust down, n*gga, don’t play in this b*tch, i got that gen 5
p*ssy say i ain’t steppin’, n*gga, you cappin’, n*gga, i been slidin’
these b*tch n*gga be changin’ on they man, droppin’ real dimes
we do murders and robberies, all that sh*t, this that real crime
b*tch, don’t play no games inside this car, n*gga, i got switch a ting
b*tch ass n*gga ain’t got no loyalty, n*gga ass keep switchin’ teams
b*tch, i hit you with a jimmy, i know you ain’t pregnant, she like billie jean
pcf, we the ones havin’ motion, come f*ck with the guys, we the winnin’ team
i got rich off movin’ dog sh*t just like i’m craig daddy
woop*dee*woop to my brothers sendin’ shots, they sent the feds at ’em
where all my students doing a head count? lil tkey head tappin’
white givenchy, when i got through with him, his ass had a red jacket
round applause, lil tony spray sh*t, f*ck, i might just clap a b*tch
treat the opps just like some newborn babies, how i’m pappin’ sh*t
any day i’m hurtin’ for some time, i go and pap my wrist
thick ass afro like gettin’ on her knees, should call her kaepernick
walk down on him, make a b*tch boy eat fye, show ’em how to work that stick
glock*17, mothaf*cka here built*in, you can’t even see this switch
boujie n*gga, if she ain’t no ten, she can’t even see this d*ck
hit her with a jimmy, she want it raw, h*ll naw, i got her mad as sh*t

.357 hit a n*gga ass straight up, give him everything but a sh*ll
beat the b*tch, i gave her angel d*ck, she say, “lil’ t, you h*ll”
him and his brother, got caught at the corner store, godd*mn like kenan and ken
n*gga get out and go right f*ck back in, i think he a fein’ for jail
found where she stay, put the fye on his mama
sellin’ out sh*t, i get paid every dawn
my dawg put in work, put the stick on his daddy
i got motion for all them n*ggas, brought my carbon
stay with this bl!cky, know nothing about lackin’
i’m in the field with the fye in my jacket
seventeen shots, i’ma let a n*gga have it
leave a young n*gga bl**dy, show a n*gga what crackin’

- lil tony official lyrics

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