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sweet - izaya tiji lyrics

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[chorus]
f*ck you eli
(slayworld soldiers, up next)
your mans sweet like honey
(honey)
walking ’round, and i’m with them ogs
(ogs)
oh, you know, i get them toolies
(toolies)
oh, you know, you a foolie
(foolie)

[verse]
we got the big gas in the tank
smoking on moon rock, finna faint
i’m where the reg at, where you ain’t
(bee!)
i’m rolling big bags like cocaine
and i got lean, lean, i’m a vet
i’m with the chain gang, keep bling
rolling a backwood in the rain
smoking on cat p*ss in this rain
yeah, we get the big sticks where i came from
you n*ggas is just a shame
you n*ggas ain’t the same, bruh
you n*ggas too lame, bruh
(go)
i see red like crab
(like crab)
you know i’m serving tabs
(tabs)
girl, get off my d*ck
(my d*ck)
you know i’m serving pounds
(no)
izaya tiji (ooh)
wrist wear, it look like fiji
(it look like fiji)
all you b*tches, too teasy
i shoot guns, like some bbs
(like some bbs)
and i’m pouring, it’s too easy
(it’s too easy)
she be lying, eenie meenie
don’t shoot, no, don’t beat me
uh
[chorus]
f*ck you eli
your mans sweet like honey
(he so sweet like honey)
walking ’round, and i’m with them ogs
(ogs)
oh, you know, i get them toolies
(them toolies)
oh, you know, you a foolie
(a foolie)
your mans sweet like honey
(like some honey)
walking ’round, and i’m with them ogs
(with them ogs)
oh, you know, i get them toolies
(oh, them toolies)
oh, you know, you a foolie
(oh, you know)
you know i’m at the trap spot
(spot)
and i’m armed up with a red dot
(with a red dot)
you can hold the stick just like cross
(like a d*mn cross)
we don’t care but we will cut his drop
(f*ck you, eli)
we just on you like a label
got to chewing then we put him on a table
(we put him on a table)
rolling dice, but no, boy we do not gamble
(no we do not gamble)
we do sh*t, and we do it with my handle
i gotta get my dying ring
i gotta get my paring ring
i gotta get my d*mn clothes
i gotta feed my d*mn kids
better not tell my d*mn bro’s, we turn you to air—
we got h*lla ammo, i might let the sh*t go
your mans sweet like honey
riding ’round, with them ogs
oh, you know, i keep my toolie
oh, boy you so foolie

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