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so fun - lunchbox lyrics

[chorus]
(write me)
tell her, “you can’t write me”
i don’t need no more love
some n*ggas wan’ fight me
they gon meet my whole gun
cooling with your wifey
b*tches don’t get no trust
i know they don’t like me
we gon’ shed some more blood
b*tch ain’t no more writing
i go in and go blood (b*tch)
from a broken home, i need more drugs
if you want some smoke, gon’ need more lungs
transparency off, don’t hear no one
weekend with your ho, it was so fun
[verse]
it was so fun
i’m finna roll this dope up
that b*tch think we broke up
b*tch we wasn’t nun
you just my lil’ ho, uh
guns up in the trunk
guns up in the sofa
you run up you done
you run up you so f*cked
bro don’t got the gun?
b*tch you gon’ get poked up
i was having fun, b*tch, until i woke up (f*ck)
b*tch, until i woke up
b*tch, until i woke up
worried ’bout cash, not ass, ’cause guap i need, need
i know these n*ggas be ass, they worried bout me, me
toting on michael jack, that chop go, “yee hee”
n*ggas be going out sad that’s why they bleed, bleed
b*tch i be talking them facts, they cap bout me, me
all of this gas, lil’ b*tch, i can’t breathe

- lunchbox lyrics

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