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still beat - mome boys lyrics

[hook: suda]
a, b, c, d, e, f, g
walk up in the club with no id
ay, now she notice me
we be in the back sittin’ vip
i said a, b, c, d, e, f, g
walk up in the club with no id
ay, now your girl with me
just for a minute, don’t care, still beat

[verse 1: suda]
sauce on me i’m the sketty man
she want this bone and this skeleton
hangin’ from my d*ck like she tarzan
gorilla grip, got the clamps, dennis rodman yuh
sauce on me, sauce leaking out the faucet
b*tch so bad she gon’ make you deposit
hot sh*t b*tch, it’s outta pocket
on my d*ck, twist it, turnin like a bop it
tyrone and i’m back on my bullsh*t
in the dark, shades on, kirk hinrich
yuh, she wanna be my b*tch so i took her to the backroom and bеat it in a heimlich
oh sh*t, she kinda thick
she gotta man but shе diggin’ my fit
i got some manners i can’t double dip
she gave me brain, that’s a linues tech tip
[hook: suda]
a, b, c, d, e, f, g
walk up in the club with no id
ay, now she notice me
we be in the back sittin’ vip
i said a, b, c, d, e, f, g
walk up in the club with no id
ay, now your girl with me
just for a minute, don’t care, still beat

[verse 2: crispy]
it be gettin heated man, we call that sh*t tabasco
sh*ttin on them haters, i don’t tolerate the lactose (woo)
shoot em from deep like i’m jimmer (swish)
hop in the whip it’s a bimmer (skrt)
drivin’ through b*tch so you best yield
mome boys makin hits like it’s sheffield
tryna focus on sh*t like this ford
got your girl suckin’ d*ck on discord (h*llo?)
call me a crayon, ’cause i’m tryna’ get in her box
call me a crayon, ’cause i’m tryna’ get in her box

[verse 3: tranium]
girl when i see you i’m p*ssed
germ*x on deck with a fl!ck of the wrist
gotta cleanse, got a hazmat, i don’t care your ass fat
not gonna tap that, nuff with the chitchat
ridin in the coupe with the boys and the crew
cop on her ass, license gotta renew
mask off, crispy slidin racks at the drop off
don’t cough, bout to make my b*lls blue, d*ck soft
[hook: suda]
a, b, c, d, e, f, g
walk up in the club with no id
ay, now she notice me
we be in the back sittin’ vip
i said a, b, c, d, e, f, g
walk up in the club with no id
ay, now your girl with me
just for a minute, don’t care, still beat

[verse 4: chaos]
so prehistoric like an emu, what’s new?
i ain’t fly as sh*t, i got bird flu
like the grinch, looking all high as sh*t, we don’t f*ck with you, like spinach
unlike a bad sun, i do it nightly
don’t understand the hype unless it’s keira knightley
please come find me, then bite me
miss ma’am, please understand

[outro: crispy]
call me a crayon, ’cause i’m tryna’ get in her box
call me a crayon, ’cause i’m tryna’ get in her box

- mome boys lyrics

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