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forecast - sexyboyz lyrics

[verse 1: tulip]

first things first, $20,000, i’m a dawg
last things last, $20,000 and it’s gone
what i’m on, what you want boy your pocket’s looking gone
i ain’t got sh*t to flaunt but i’m a still, f*ck your aunt, yeah

in my home thumbing through, checks that i ain’t cash yet
in my phone, running through, chicks that i ain’t smash yet
asking me for handouts, like can i hold that
no rat, run my life like a sports team no cap

no cap, got the bills crisp, no pratt
i’m a hit it, no hat, little boy, go blap, yeah
dutch on blizzard, blood on lizard, d*ck in gizzard, yeah
i won’t shiver, f*ck my liver, i’m a wizard

and my beats hit like 20 different tysons
and this b*tch thick like american bison
and my d*ck hit like some motherf*cking lightning
but you can’t ride this sh*t, you ain’t got no license

[verse 2: tino tequila]

forest on my wrist, it’s saying blizzard
your girl call you boy, while she be calling me a mister
been a minute, can you tell her that i really miss her?
p*p*pow right int f*cking kisser listen, lizard, palais put the pearl in pearly gates
triple threat with rollies, i got presidential rollies
ziggy, rollie, and a f*cking rosie rave
couple twinny twins, identical to ashley and mary*kate
thinking so d*mn far outside the box, my ip address outer sp*ce

c*nt k!lla juice treat school zones like they f*cking interstates
if you gotta lock it up, is it ever really safe?
by the way, your girl think i’m from louisville when i slug her
do you believe i’m really giant like i w*lly trillie mays

[verse 3: pearlyboypalais]

froth from my mouth, too much addys, i’ve been prouder
my b*tch staying mad, but i’m gonna lose my power
smoke all this sh*t, i got flour, eddie bauer
and a clapped chowder, eddie, i’m a founder

pearl on my neck, seen your grandma in this sh*t
clip up in my hair, you couldn’t tell who the b*tch
dip up at my house, if the girl ain’t sucking d*ck
eyes up in my henny, so the 10 matchin’ my neck

yeah, your boy just tried to run up in his kirtland fit
hit, hit up, pop his mouth like a d*mn ej
from the vcr fit, y’all flit, uh, sh*t, uh, sh*t
six, three, so i pour up, bout to d*mn near d*mn double
selling drugs, they be covered by the government
but i sell them times ten, no trouble
i’ve been in a d*mn bubble, don perignon, d*mn tight bubble
i don’t talk to no one i don’t want no d*mn cuddles

i’m a t*ss*r, full of neon
bees in the puddle, throw it back like we, yeah
we in the huddle, suck it, then we f*ck it, like, yeah
we on shovel, yeah, we on shovel, yeah
them b*tches suck, uh

- sexyboyz lyrics

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