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so fly - nfant lyrics

[verse 1: lil weirdo]
aye west san diego
linda vista where i was bred at
and all around the west coast
is where i get my bread at
don’t think this all rap
lil weirdo really did that
like hitting the halls swinging
and knocking your homie sh*t back
tell em keep it on the low
only hit me on the snap
cause if my b*tch see
she gon snap and whoop your ass
for all the haters
the enemigos get no passes
and if you hit ya my boy
two turn gon harass ya
18 with a lot of uchies
b*tch get your bread up
the burner in the bag
make your b*tch ass back up
free j dog and downer
those some real life factors
they’re not known for all that talking
really known for attacking
like my tio maniac
ain’t no slacking in my macking
d mack that’s my big bro
helped me make sh*t happen
you could say what you want
cause sh*t really got me on
you gon have to leave a tip
if you want that other one done
hey this mexican could really rap
like where did he come from?
real daygo street kid
might catch me in your hood
turn down a fade
is something i ain’t never did
trying to f*ck frenchy made
someone tell her to let me hit
lil weirdo the foolie
and juny got the toolie
playa mob movement
and any thang for these uchies
you in love with the b*tch
but she ain’t nothing but a hoochie
if that’s you b*tch
why the f*ck she trying to do me

[hook]
i was raised in this sh*t
i was made in this sh*t
got family doing life
in those gates for this sh*t
o.g homies
really gave me game in this sh*t
that’s why, answer no questions
b*tch i plead the fifth
and you know we with the knuckle up
and all of that dummy
if you ain’t talking dollars
why you talking to me?
you the type to sit on your couch
when you broke with no money
or go out and about
trying to hustle and flip something

[verse 2: nfant]
look the game stick shift
you know the gang with the sh*ts
and it’s no new friends
b*tch i came with the cl!ck
and we five finger banging
i ain’t changing for sh*t
we’ll pull up on your block
and get to aiming and sh*t
i’ll smoke a n*gga momma
about these fingers we twist
and it’s free my n*gga chucks
he’ll be home in a minute
look, play me like i’m b*tching
b*tch that cone hold 50
get his dome send him home
b*tch the gang bout business
they done let some k!llas in
b*tch we came out trippin’
so young pour the brick
b*tch we came out sippin’
came out the p*ssy real
you n*ggas came out b*tches
and you know i keep that thang
like i hang out with it
bars crack lil hoe
you know a n*gga be wiggin
b*tch i only want the neck
i ain’t really be chillin
same n*gga i was born
when i test me a minion
me and c had a trey pound
tucked in the ceiling
don’t rub a n*gga wrong
get you plucked through your ceiling
you f*ck with n*ggas that be snitchin
we don’t f*ck with them n*ggas
? n*ggas
we ain’t got no love for them n*ggas
spring clean a n*gga block
we get to scrubbin them n*ggas

[verse 3: jslide]
see i get my sh*t poppin
like somebody hitting switches
and the b*tch grind on me
like your boy pretty ricky
don’t ask about the strap
cause i always got it with me
i was raised by the streets
so my life is kinda iffy
if an opp pulling up
you know the ? got 50
and i ain’t taking no chances
so let the sh*t get filthy
see we stay on the block
where the sh*t gets real gee
tell the hoe get my gwop
what you think you is royalty?
i ain’t even playin
you ass better respect a p
lil bro got the toolie
and he standing right next to me
shooting for your head
like the b*tch wants head from me
you know your boy finna make it
cause that’s my destiny
whether standing in the trap
cooking all night
or it’ll be from the studio
rapping on the mic
we got some white b*tches screwin
doing some lines
with a bottle of patron and a blunt one time
june on this sh*t
and i’m kinda feeling right
mixing henny with the ice
then lean with the sprite
had to get turnt
then i gave the b*tch the pipe
oh that’s your main b*tch there?
but that’s our groupie for the night

- nfant lyrics

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