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2017 - cdot honcho lyrics

[intro]
h-h-ood rich
ay, c-d-o-t man
honcho gang sh-t b-tch,already know what the f-ck going on man
me and rondo in this b-tch smokin fat -ss wood’s
2017 takeover man, y’all motherf-ckers ain’t ready man, on my momma
let’s get it!
ay, ay
[verse 1]
shirt from commes de garcons
fonem play round with them ar’s n-gga pull up give’ a f-ck in you not home
all over michigan imma be f-ckin’ that b-tch all by myself
just me and my uzi pull up at gucci skrt off snakes on my belt
n-ggas to goofy, n-ggas can’t fool me had to change up my route
n-gga we pullin’ up here with a draco, -ss came under yo’ -ss like a couch
no more walking, i’m chasing that peso, in a [?] open yo sh-t like a bagel
these b-tches they wan’t be, don’t know me, i f-ck em’ do em’ dirty like faygo
i’m feeling like holes, i got twin hoe’s, twin turbos
smoking on gas, who want smoke, just bought twin four o’s
ridin’ round town with a muh’ f-cking chopper, feel like a muh f-cking rasta
and i’m in a nice car and i got all the breaks off, feel like a muh f-cking doctor
one call, fonem pull up take sh-t, make sh-t sing like opera
i lie to b-tches everyday, especially your honors
i swear i ain’t never got love for a hoe, she better off f-ckin’ on bro
i be lying to the b-tch, been so much sh-t, i swear she hittin’ my door (goofy -ss b-tch)
pull up in that four door
smelling like gas, tell the valet be careful don’t put it in sport mode
honcho gang ak’s, go on take off a torso
if it’s about money, i’m right outside, fly to new york finna’ cash on that flight club
came from the bottom i’m high up, smoking on indo, glizzy extendo’
them hundreds we spend though, fat -ss steak just ate del friscos
my life is not regular, i’m not wrestler, chopper send him to delaware
on [?]
i pull up at villas, sorry if i sh-t on you it’s so accidental
your b-tch bought her friend to she got a man to, we keep it confidential
i really don’t give a f-ck, i never hit her up, cause that b-tch not essential
one problem, we set it up, 30 gon’ split him, that’ll be so consequential
i just put a chip in a jeep
the law tryna creep that’s not an issue
red bottom my pedal to, they hit me, they run up, that’s charge, that’s not a whistle
fonem be running with fn’s, teach you lesson by splitting ya tissue
gang in this b-tch with the weapons, fat -ss ar that’s not a missle

[outro]
2017 we taking this sh-t over man
we gon’ keep leveling up on muh f-ckas
muh f-ckas ain’t stopping us
muh f-ckas keep tryna copy us
ay, b-tch

- cdot honcho lyrics

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