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lirik lagu poncho – zqnnex

[zqnnex]
one shot, knock a n*gga out his poncho
two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a n*gga if he want smoke
shorty do her dance, she get nasty at the spot, though
he want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
n*ggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
how you talkin’ sh*t, but also let yo b*tch get knocked up
brodie off the 10, and now a n*gga finna drop sum

n*gga take a shot to his arm like he got covid
f*ck around, just hit me up and tell me what’s the motive
shorty throwin’ ass, she goin’ loco with the motion
stopped trustin’ n*ggas since i was an adolescent
hit him with a mac*11
drop the act, and f*ckin’ step in
man, your bank lookin’ depressing
guess it’s time to get the message
hit the n*gga with the stick, and then we send him to his deathbed
b*tch let’s get into it, thought you really was the best in

one shot, knock a n*gga out his poncho
two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a n*gga if he want smoke
shorty do her dance, she get nasty at the spot, though
he want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
n*ggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
how you talkin’ sh*t, but also let yo b*tch get knocked up
brodie off the 10, and now a n*gga finna drop sum
take the .40 and we send him to oblivion
n*ggas always workin’, b*tch i’m gettin’ to the millions
shorty is a thottie, she gon’ f*ck because i’m k!llin’ it
drop another body, get to movin’, b*tch we whippin’ it
i’ll hit him with the choppa
get mixed up with the grabba
she say “we wrong for that” but that’s what happens to a talker
i hit it then i block her
lil’ n*gga there’s no option
lil’ b*tch i run it up with 40 hollows, ain’t no stoppin’

[makeoutcy]
f*ck we gonna jump, we got the money in the locker
get the bag we get the guala
ain’t no b*tch gon’ hit with choppas
run the clique, we hit with lasers
we be spraying to your head
i ain’t f*ckin’ wit no opps, leave ‘em dead, drowned in lead
we gon ride with all the shootas, we gon get up to the bread
40 hollows getting noticed
f*ck the net
all the tech
we gon shoot with the scope, got a marker on your neck
i’ma pull up like a trigger, got you up in distress
f*ck the poncho on your shoulders, i’m gon’ swipe, call it finesse
b*tch you playin’ with no guidance, gon’ get left feelin’ pressed
get that 5, drop top, with an ak to your chest
f*ck the money, got a bag, checkmate like some chess
brodie wildin’ with a b*tch, drop that hoe, she oppressed
with a .30 on his hip, he act gang, b*tch caress
we gon’ minus, when we aim up he confess
he talk a lot of smack, we gon’ walk to regress
[zqnnex]
one shot, knock a n*gga out his poncho
two shots, off the migos, but she want more
3 glocks for a n*gga if he want smoke
shorty do her dance, she get nasty at the spot, though
he want the smoke, we turn his whip into a hotbox
n*ggas know we never put the knock into a lockbox
how you talkin’ sh*t, but also let yo b*tch get knocked up
brodie off the 10, and now a n*gga finna drop sum

- zqnnex

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