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sneaky snake - colion made the beat lyrics

[intro]
nyombo on the beat, b*tch
(nyombo on the beat, b*tch)
(nyombo on the beat, b*tch)

[hook]
b*tch, my choppa got an appetite, cuz that b*tch eating right
tell yo momma that i’m g*y, b*tch, so i can stay the night
i’m popped, and f*ckin’ on yo main b*tch, cuz i ain’t got no type
i like hoes that’s thicc as f*ck, but also girls with pretty eyes
i love god, believe in god, but you touch me and you gon’ die
i see snakes that hiss and slither, i see one that’s in disguise
i hate b*tches that act boujee and they tend to roll they eyes
b*tch you ain’t no johnny cage, so why you tryna test yo might? (lit)

[verse 1]
these b*tches be thots, they easy (yeah)
these b*tches be opps, they sneaky (what?)
i could f*ck with your aunt, your gt (gt!)
my n*ggas they moving like mimi
my n*ggas don’t talk, no pp (ugh)
black lipstick, she creepy (ugh!)
lot of w’s no gg’s (b*tch!)
b*tch wanna suck my peepee (ugh)
ta*ta*take a b*tch v*card, then i discard it (phew)
i*i am a pretty young n*gga, prince charming (b*tch i’m prince charming)
ballin’ on that n*gga like my name was james harden (james, james harden)
smoking on this gas, you can hear that sh*t alarming
[hook]
got an appetite, cuz that b*tch eating right
tell yo momma that i’m g*y, b*tch, so i can stay the night
i’m popped, and f*ckin’ on yo main b*tch, cuz i ain’t got no type
i like hoes that’s thicc as f*ck, but also girls with pretty eyes
i love god, believe in god, but you touch me and you gon’ die
i see snakes that hiss and slither, i see one that’s in disguise
i hate b*tches that act boujee and they tend to roll they eyes
b*tch you ain’t no johnny cage, so why you tryna test yo might? (b*tch, huh?)

[verse 2]
slide inside this b*tch just like some vinegar (skirt, skirt, gang)
then hit her with my finisher
i said, “f*ck school, f*ck math, f*ck integers” (f*ck school!, b*tch)
shawty wanna f*ck, but she look “ugh” i ain’t into her (oo)
but, b*tch i’m off that gas, so i slam her like a wrestler (yeah, yeah)
they say, “i ain’t like these other n*ggas, i ain’t regular” (yeah, yeah)
b*tch, i hit my dance, then i splash, like i’m drexler (splash!)
if you touch my mans, they i pop you into next year (pop pop!)
if i miss that shot, then go thank god, because he blessing you (amen huh? mm, mm mm, let’s go)
f*ck all them emotions, b*tch i’m back, on some hard sh*t
did that b*tch like 808’s and heartbreak, i’m heartless
these hoes all up on me, tryna blow me like a cartridge
they cannot get rid of me like sh*t stains in a carpet (ugh)

[hook]
b*tch, my choppa got an appetite, cuz that b*tch eating right
tell yo momma that i’m g*y, b*tch, so i can stay the night
i’m popped, and f*ckin’ on yo main b*tch, cuz i ain’t got no type
i like hoes that’s thicc as f*ck, but also girls with pretty eyes
i love god, believe in god, but you touch me and you gon’ die
i see snakes that hiss and slither, i see one that’s in disguise
i hate b*tches that act boujee and they tend to roll they eyes
b*tch you ain’t no johnny cage, so why you tryna test yo might? (lit)

- colion made the beat lyrics

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