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soireé - iamphycojack lyrics

[intro:]
gang, gang, gang, if you hear your name, it’s all a muhf*ckin’ dub, gon’ head & take sh*t personal
but you know how i’m finna slide on this b*tch

[verse: 2]
aye
see, i was gon’ try to pop ‘siah but he got a whole lotta choppas (boom, boom, boom)
might f*ck around, pop nana, see if “12” will buy me a whopper
i’ma run up on the abney’s , they gon run past me, n*gga, i am so unbothered
drop zion body in a jungle since he wanna be a cheater, forgive me, lil’ father
i can make joshua mason just choke off a newport
is that austin tate or is that too $hort? (short ass)
stash the stack from guap lee up in new york
catch douie, drag him out the food court (hahaha)
and you know it ain’t sh*t to catch lil sani, all i gotta do is have one, two hoes on deck
runnin’ through your soireè just so i can find sophie, like, “b*tch, i’m finna give you your old t**th back!”
whole gang in this b*tch on bully
panda dunks with the black & white hoodie (gang)
f*ck around and spell keon’dre, ’cause warner, that just mean he p*ssy (tom & jerry)
who the f*ck is this b*tch named sami? poppin’ up since yo bros’ can’t stand me
since you love to be in football lodges, im’ma lodge my foot in yo b*lls, what’s goodie?

[verse: 2]
lil crook, i’ll punk yo’ whole group out, blow that muhf*cker down in the middle where you workin’
“gang nem” leakin and i’m “serious!”
sendin videos of them b*tches twerkin
open up the chat, send me everything you got
run up on germ’, like, “give me your funds” and you can’t even run, ’cause you just got shot (godd*mn)
like eazy, is that a rat or a hamster?
pull up on jade, like come run them hands girl
f*ck up her face when you can’t even notice her features
like “seanio” oop, that’s random
run up on john paul, finna black his eye, but you can’t even tell, ’cause that n*gga so black (hahahaha)
i call out marco when i hit the park*o, when them bullets goin’ in and out his back
oh, is that euro? well, he make no euros, all his cars rented out we call it “turo” (.com)
i wipe the floor with trent up in chicago, then leave his ass layin’ there like spin the bottle
your life is just terrible, b*tches unbearable, might wanna switch the flow up as we speak (on god)
but of course when your name kemyri, motherf*ckers gon’ remain on key (on god)

- iamphycojack lyrics

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