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lost control - lil toad (sml) lyrics

[lil t]
candy bouncing all her ass, do it for money that’s right! (guap)
the kinder used to be trend, but that been fell off the bike
i told him, relax, cause we really the rooters
i call junior, like we all up on this record, we gon’ call up the shootas’
they hate cheesy, n*gga
why you friends with this dumb b*tch, he actin’ stupid (d*mn)
i’m just tryna say that sml can do this, n*gga
heard they all up on our meat to say that only they real homies know

[junior]
now, b*tches ain’t talkin’ on nothin’, so just shut yo yap machine
she wanna ride up on my d*ck, so ride it like a limousine
i might play with thomas, but i got energy to keep me a gun
they likе j*r, why you shoot him, i said “eh, just for fun”

[zeplead]
all the ladies on my d*ck, now thеy see me verified
they like, “zeppy, are you gangster”, i’m like “nah, i’m certified” (okay then)
and danny a kid, how you ebk? you ain’t k!ll sh*t (you ain’t k!ll sh*t)
yo junior, sit back and relax, cause i’ma spit up some bullsh*t
she be makin’ sh*t hard, i’ma do her like a regents
timmy dead got a case, he be with cody, so believe it
i call up lil t, the bullets out, he run like he got 3 feet
p*ssy got a pink outside, b*tches got no room to speak
[junior & lil t]
cody really left his doll for a huckerdoo, that’s sad
he obviously bipolar, and he don’t know his dad
his life is really so bad, at least i have a dad (facts)
the bullets pull up on his chest, like that sh*t was a cab
that hoe be knockin’ on my door, but i don’t give a cr*p, i got 20 other b*tches, paid to sit on my lap
got the 40’s, and the 3’s, we just havin’ a blast, i call ray cheesy in the mix, and he gon’ get on yo’ ass

[zeplead]
name dropping my career, that’s why i’m smokin’ ya homies
and parawiki got a pack, that’s why i’m only postponing
don’t you bother searching me up, i’m the result of my name
and you should play your songs back, cause they got nothin’ but my name
and who the f*ck is cr77, n*gga really is lame
i catch him hangin’ on his block, then he get took out the game
and if niyah on the bro’s d*ck, then i’d get her hit
cause she a tramp in real life, she a man in her fl!cks (n*gga)

- lil toad sml lyrics

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