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sydney - dontkallmeluxxy & lil yachty lyrics

[verse 1: lil yachty]
(wait)
my doggy f*cked up, he traded codeine for a kidney (yeah)
two fingers locked up, know they with me (yeah)
i was in melbourne f*cking on sydney (mmh)
if it’s smoke, it’s goin’ up like chimney (what)
in the ap store and they lookin’ at me like the girls who both won wimberley (shh)
need a rich b*tch with no enemies (go)
n*gga play with my name, then it’s injuries
ever since i popped out, it’s been inquiries
i’ma post, they gon’ bite it, they feelin’ me (mmh)
she pull up, sucking everything out of me (mmh)
i know n*ggas made close still doubtin’ me (mmh)
i know nephews and nieces gon’ shout at me (mmh)
anytime, every time, all of your aunties and uncles is proud of me (us)
you the only one who hated, that’s honestly wild to me
i want some snake boots, came from calgary
n*ggas ain’t sh*t when they learn none from the algorithm
came in all black like a—
came in all black like an english pilgrim
bet i’ma feed the children
baby gon’ bust up a billion (us)

[verse 2: dontkallmeluxxy]
who died? any talk on my block imma bleed it (2*8)
n*ggas b*tches and dogs, tell her breed it
keep it stacked, man, i’m really conceited
saw about your two cents, you can keep it (stupid)
man, this sh*t a marathon, keep breathin’ (keep going)
already made miles at veneda
she gon’ think you a trick ’til you treat her
that n*gga always there better watch where you step get treated like megan thee stallion (2*8)
p42 wallaby way sydney, finding this hoe man i think she australian
disrespecting my name on the gang that i bang then, shh, it’s gon’ get violent
outside your house with the bells, that’s funny, your nights gon’ get silent
[verse 3: lil yachty]
b*tch, it’s jumbo, fn ten like huncho
you f*cked up yo’ face, now you the breakout star like hunxho
b*tch want judge, you know i get right with you like quavo huncho
my mama rich, she don’t switch shifts, she came in chrome hearts poncho (what)
my boot is pure from jersey, set bags from alejandro
they gig is smoke and mirrors (yeah)
i f*cked you twice this week, next time, b*tch better be on clearance (yeah)
these rich hoes bored and weird (phew)
he tender ’bout a b*tch that me and mine cannot take serious

[verse 4: dontkallmeluxxy]
tell me all what you’ve done
’cause you know talk is cheap (that talk is cheap)
had to cut my day ones, they wanna talk to police (don’t talk to police)
how could a dirty cop talk? how could he do clean sweeps? (sweep, sweep)
my gun hate a n*gga for sure, the ‘k come from under the sheets (doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo)
concrete special, they gon’ want to be us
his baby mama approachin’ in a prius
in the field, jeep full of creepers
stop that, you know you not a tweaker
28 boys, it’s the project for reapers
hit the wrong line and get hung like some sneakers
i will crash out, you touch one of my peoples
life on the line, i’m my brother’s keeper (crete)

- dontkallmeluxxy lil yachty lyrics

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