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still into you - jay fendi lyrics

[intro]
’cause after all this time (sho)
i’m still into you
i should be over all the*

[verse]
oh he say he was looking for who?
me and my n*gga’s spinning that strip
talking sh*t and we looking for you
[?], and we letting off clips
crazy you said i ain’t really ’bout what? are you dumb?
i been posted with me and my gun
twenty*four*seven, on sight, make them run (bk)
like, he was dissing on gang
[?] shot hallows, it went through his brain
he done ran all the cap, now he up in the grave
they know my body is biggy bk
[?]
now we rolling him up in a spliff
heard he’s dissing, i’m f*cking his b*tch
f*ck it, i’m ready to spin (like spin)
free y, free dry
smoking that smizzy, got hit in his top
b*tch, i ain’t gon’ lie, [?} a few drops
[?], ain’t got any opps
head tap, no cap, they ain’t out on the block
we up on the boys, n*gga, know what i rock
n*gga’s who dissin’ me, tell me to stop (stop)
like, that’s tough (that’s tough)
i ain’t drilled in a minute, i’m poppin’
they be telling me “n*gga, just drop it”
i ain’t gon’ speak on the topic (sike!)
[?] got hit in his noggin
[?] got left in the closet
j money got slammed for a rocket
out of money, we ran in his pockets (ha, ha)
n*gga, you dumb?
we getting st*rdy, got so many drums
take a shot at his clique, n*gga’s ready to dump
got her popping a titty, she know i’m the one
ain’t no more “drilly this, drilly that”
if he’s shooting his shots, then we drilling back
[?], we really gon’ let it clap (like)
i love you, fendi
who you dissin’?
got yo’ b*tch on my d*ck, i ain’t trippin’
in the kitchen, water whippin’
got a draco at home and i miss it
he was dissin’ my name, now he missing
that’s tragic, how you n*gga’s gon’ let that sh*t happen?
you was dissin’ on live, you was cappin’
so that n*gga got thrown in a casket (ha)
who you dissin’?
got yo’ b*tch on my d*ck, i ain’t trippin’
in the kitchen, water whippin’
got a draco at home and i miss it
he was dissin’ my name, now he missing
that’s tragic, how you n*gga’s gon’ let that sh*t happen?
you was dissin’ on live, you was cappin’
so that n*gga got thrown in a casket

[?] got hit in his noggin
[?] got left in the closet
j money got slammed for a rocket
out of money, we ran in his pockets (sike!)
crazy you said i ain’t really ’bout what? are you dumb?
i been posted with me and my gun
twenty*four*seven, on sight, make them run (blah, blah)
like
n*gga, you dumb?
we getting st*rdy, got so many drums
take a shot at his clique, n*gga’s ready to dump
got her popping a titty, she know i’m the one
ain’t no more “drilly this, drilly that”
if he’s shooting his shots, then we drilling back
[?], we really gon’ let it clap (like, what?)
i love you, fendi
gang, gang (blah, blah, boom!)
[outro]
ain’t no more drillie what? (ain’t no more drilly what?)
ain’t no more drillie this (ain’t no more drilly this)
it ain’t no more drillie that (ain’t no more drilly that)
gang, gang, hah

ever wonder how we got this far?
’cause i don’t really need to wonder at all
yeah, after all this time, i’m still into you

- jay fendi lyrics

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