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lirik lagu sounds fun – slimey tay

[intro: fr*brazy & slimey tay]
sh*t sounds fun don’t it, sh*t sounds fun
ay, ay, ay, ay
quatro with da bl!ck, tay slime with ’em

[chorus: fr*brazy]
drilling in her p*ssy, yeah that sh*t feels good don’t it (yeah)
they told me to stop my sh*t, but young n*gga still going (b*tch)
shootin’ all the draco’s, yeah that sh*t look fun don’t it (yeah)
you the type of n*gga who put a drum on it (ay)
i’m the type of n*gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
she’s the type of n*gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
so much ice on, they pull up with heaters (p*ssies)
two*stones on my wrist, but young n*gga geeked up

[verse 1: fr*brazy]
i’m a lil b*tch, slime what you talkin’ ’bout
all these little b*tch tryna get on my d*ck, for some f*ckin’ clout
every month n*gga make molly, yeah a hunnid thou
n*gga thought he was him, so why so much blood is burstin’ out
you a ho’ n*gga (you a ho’)
i spеnd forty*thousand on some brand new clothes n*gga
sounds fun n*gga, geekеd up when i want n*gga
sn*tchin’ souls, “that n*gga flippa the grim reaper”, b*tch
n*gga don’t even have no fire
these n*ggas don’t even have no b*tches, if they say they do, then they a liar
i really came from rag to riches, workin’ overtime, you know i’m tired
lookin’ in the mirror, cause that n*gga got me inspired n*gga
47 gang crazy, we gone smoke ’em like a blunt
p*ssy ass n*gga f*ck with us and he get stumped
gang bangin’, n*gga do that sh*t sounds fun?
pull up the crib, shoot the house, shoot the truck
all my sheisty n*ggas be on scheming
real oppy, those are the n*ggas we be skeetin’
we will never smoke a p*ssy n*gga for no reason
all my opps just some f*ckin’ names, they no bein’s
[chorus: fr*brazy & yungan billy]
drilling in her p*ssy, yeah that sh*t feels good don’t it (yeah)
they told me to stop my sh*t, but young n*gga still going (b*tch)
shootin’ all the draco’s, yeah that sh*t look fun don’t it (yeah)
you the type of n*gga who put a drum on it (ay)
i’m the type of n*gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
she’s the type of n*gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
so much ice on, they pull up with heaters (p*ssies)
two*stones on my wrist, but young n*gga geeked up (billy)

[verse 2: yungan billy]
n*ggas gettin’ mad we puttin’ ice on
n*ggas call use 4*5, mer and quatro
4*5 i want a n*gga to come catch me, like the 12 homie
when you on that baby talk, you gone get danced on
workin’ out and l!ckin’ d*ck, she doin’ sit*up
4*5 always havin’ a f*ckin’ cl!ck, and get dripped up
diamonds, all over my body, they can’t see us
my opps really sneaky, you can’t tell when they peek up
n*gga got k!lled for treason
i got my ice on, n*gga i can change the whole season
your b*tch keep on creepin’, your b*tch keep on teasin’
your b*tch ain’t loyal, cause she wants me in her deep in
hearin’ the blah, blah, blah, that sh*t sounds fun
all that ash around me, that my opps and my new blunts
i found me a new one, i found me an old gun
i f*ckin’ with dgr, cause my n*ggas show real love
n*gga gettin’ rich, and they ask how
all the stans are stalkin’ me, they lookin’ at my background
i don’t even know what, and i’m not gonna even ask how
these n*ggas mad i’m on one, fresh of a p*p*p*p*p, ay
[chorus: fr*brazy & yungan billy]
drilling in her p*ssy, yeah that sh*t feels good don’t it (yeah)
they told me to stop my sh*t, but young n*gga still going (b*tch)
shootin’ all the draco’s, yeah that sh*t look fun don’t it (yeah)
you the type of n*gga who put a drum on it (ay)
i’m the type of n*gga who gone spark the beef up (heat)
she’s the type of n*gga who like the get her feet sucked (what?)
so much ice on, they pull up with heaters (p*ssies)
two*stones on my wrist, but young n*gga geeked up (billy)

- slimey tay

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