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dont matter - spongenig lyrics

[verse]
spongen*gga back on counch and i’m coolin’ with my dapper
i’ll blow yo’ ass away, do you like you don’t matter
send your soul up to heaven, i’ll put you on saturn
got a whole mac*11 that’ll turn you to some chatter
yo’ b*tch want the sponge d*ck, she know it hit better
you don’t even get your girl wet, i get that b*tch wetter
dior for my shoes, louie for the pants, my drip better
if we both nutted in that b*tch, my kid gon’ beat his brother ass
too many crystals in this b*tch like it’s [?]
whooped the postman, his manager go like, that’s combat
everybody in my street got a vest and a hardhat, they hittin’ rock
how the f*ck we dodgin’—
hold on, how the f*ck wе duckin’ n*ggas? we on the main street
we on thе main street, how the f*ck we duckin’ opps?
you know this sh*t ain’t free, you pulling up, you gotta cop
who the f*ck you think you is? you pulled up tried to chill with me
who the f*ck you think you is? you think you gon’ sell me some drop?
and i’m sippin’ on some liquor, my belly gettin’ hot
slapped the plug, he upped glock on me so he had to get popped
slap him with the keyboard
b*tch ass n*gga, hold on, slapped him with the p4
i’m mad at my three*four, beat her ass with a hd cord
threw her out, told her, “make me more”
she put my d*ck in her mouth, i exploded like some c4
i got seven*hundred orders straight from bikini bottom
opps’ll never pull up to the function since lil’ squiggy caught ’em
corpse been in my yacht for three years, i know that body rotten
slimed him out in my living room, still got a bl**dy carpet
i gotta sell my car from back then, this sh*t’s a bargain
met a bad asian b*tch, she was in the market
said she can get drank any time i want it
big stupid ass smile on her face every time i bone it
i got everybody glazing, i’m a f*cking donut
do you like how this d*ck taste? told that b*tch to hold up
left her alone for two seconds ’cause i had to po’ up
probably the worst thing that i coulda’ did
d*mn, this ho ran off with all my meds
drop a n*gga then i ran off, now i’m off the grid
i just made a new drug, i’m off this zid
these thot b*tches in the club with they momma’s wig on
got them n*ggas smoking squares, got them smoking me
got them smoking on some crazy sh*t, got they lungs bleeding
and my n*ggas they go crazy, they go stupid, they told me to fade ’em
half my shooters ruthless, they don’t do this unless it’s real beef
never seen this n*gga before, told pat to id ’em
he a new custy and his hairline look like it’s vegetas
had to get my coke from mexico, it taste like fajita’s
got my b*tch in italy, she making me pizza
slobberin’ all on my meat, she making me weaker
i am no scientist, but i got scales and some beakers
super blunt [?], it hit just like some blinkers
gotta learn from my mistakes, i’m not finna beat her
sike, punched that b*tch in the face, i’m a woman beater
when you hit this, shh—, that’s a stomach eater
never seen the gucci jordans mixed up with the prada beater

- spongenig lyrics

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