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missed me? - spongenig lyrics

[intro]
it’s sponge n*gga, i know y’all missed me
don’t be missin’ me tho’ you f*ggot ass n*gga
i know y’all ain’t— i know y’all ain’t heard sponge in a minute
but don’t be missin’ me, i ain’t jesus
i been outside, i jus’ been doin’ sh*t
i been on my own timing

[verse]
sponge a g, she had a fat ass and i still dubbed her
twenty*three hunnid on the kicks and they came scuffed
hold on, twenty*three hunnid on the— hold on
i done spent my rent on— hold on
i done spent yo’ rent on my kicks
she knows i got eleven hoes, she still on my d*ck
pat’ took my last charge, he still holds my bricks
shot ’em jumpin’ to the side just like black ops 6
you in a benz just for five days, that’s not your whip
f*ck her, stayed awake the whole night, b*tch, i’m not gon’ slip
even if my shoes was untied i’m still not gon’ trip
yeah, it’s a bummy fit, but i still popped out trim
shut the whole car wash down if you scratch my rims
if you scratch these forgi’s
b*tch don’t scratch these forgi’s
i’m a dog ass n*gga but i’m not no porggie
if she got a instagram she’s not yo’ shorty
if she got a snapchat that is not yo’ shorty
lemme use his credit card, that boy got extorted
how i took him out, yeah, boy got exported
cut her off, pack her out, that sh*t got too morbid
don’t be shocked when i serve and yo’ ass got shorted
opp chaser gang run you down, yo’ ass got deported
kicked you out the count’
and i brought her out the spot, took her out to brunch
i ain’t feed her all day, she ate the d*ck up for lunch
yeah, me for dinner
went to gamble, blew yo bag, boy you ain’t no winner
and pat her with the wood, why she left you? you got you a splinter
you chopped as h*ll so i know you’ll cop you a stripper
yeah, i knocked her ass down, b*tch thought that i was gonna lift her
beat her ass down, b*tch broke my prada zipper
man, why the engineer tried to make me move my vocals myself?
boy i’m not no mixer
hmhmhm
i told you i’m not my— hold on
and i whooped my engineer
ooh, go to the store, get me some beers
ooh, i shot him twenty times, he was a queer
no fine sh*t in yo’ lineup, look in the mirror
[outro]
some lil’ chill sh*t, some lil’ chill sh*t just to get these n*ggas by
this like some, this like some, uh, it’s like a lil’ 3.5 or sum’n

- spongenig lyrics

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