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wtfyo - lite fortunato lyrics

[intro]
(indigo)
(okay, embasin)
it’s the f*cking srt
srt, srt

[chorus]
my bro just texted me “nato what the f*ck you on?”
b*tch i’m stoned, he’s a clone
that boy he a hoe, please don’t ask me what i’m on
way too f*cking geeked, i can’t find my f*cking phone
way too f*cking geeked, i can’t find my f*cking home
i don’t like to speak so just leave me the f*ck alone
louis vuitton cologne
i’m a grown ass man, i can make my own
b*tch tryna rip, wanna f*ck to my songs
cuz’ she a high speed, she like my tone

[verse]
i’m thumbing through 20’s and 50’s and 100’s my n*gga
not [?]
knock on my door, better come for the narcs
smell on the b*tt, come and swim with the sharks
i know what i got, i need more my n*gga
my bro come home, i dior my n*gga
oh he okay, imma givе him my b*tch
oh by the way i got chanel on my mind
white boy frat, bеtter geek off the bongs
freaky lil ting with a thing t thong
talk with the lip but don’t mean no harm
vivienne you see the world on the charm
i got your b*tch riding right on my arm
i got the world yeah right in my palm
i’m way too fly better watch your b*tch
rich b*tch put a cartier on her wrist
watch that door, think the on to me
aye lock that door, we got funds in here
aye close that door we got guns in here
know my wrist like the sun in here
man f*ck these n*ggas i feel betrayed
i could make the b*tch you love my main
moving with groupies a n*gga was trained
like lil uzi i’m giving them rage
tip top, i’m lighting the way
clique hop, switching your gang
d*ck hop, get some fame
give top, she don’t remember my name
ooh i need you, i really don’t care no more
ooh yeah i see you, i’m talking about this one
ooh i’m conceited and they say i’m narcissistic
gotta keep a pistol cuz i can’t be a statistic
[?]
two perc, yeah tomorrow our visit
ride with your bros [?]
want smoke with the gang then f*ck it let’s get it
when the cop get the drugs, the drugs i hid em
used to be broke now i’m tying up b*tches
rain in the condo washing my dishes
rajon rondo got a nine on my wrist
[chorus]
my bro just texted me “nato what the f*ck you on?”
b*tch i’m stoned, he’s a clone
that boy he a hoe, please don’t ask me what i’m on
way too f*cking geeked, i can’t find my f*cking phone
way too f*cking geeked, i can’t find my f*cking home
i don’t like to speak so just leave me the f*ck alone
louis vuitton cologne
i’m a grown ass man, i can make my own
b*tch tryna rip, wanna f*ck to my songs
cuz’ she a high speed, she like my tone

- lite fortunato lyrics

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