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flyin' saucer - prayforjoeyy lyrics

[intro]:
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[verse 1: prayforjoeyy]
yeah they talking ‘bout money make that in my sleep
had to kick that b*tch out i ain’t playing for keeps
cannonball in that p*ssy i’m going in deep
i don’t talk to the plug cause he is me

me my n*ggas we smoking that gas for free
he a youngin he still on his abc’s
i be ballin’ on n*ggas like kcp
yea my b*tch got the titts with the triple bb’s

when i walk in my hood keep a stick in my bag
every b*tch you did post on the gram i done had
yea these n*ggas be f*ckin with twelve just like vlad

that’s yo’ b*tch she on me oh sh*t my bad
i just pull up with a stick on me bang bang
twenty*twenty n*ggas ain’t got cash god d*mn

i pull up in a h*llcat it spin like torpedo
yea my b*tch she from sicily call her my guido
gotta roll with the heat i feel like tyler herro
f*ck the judge f*ck the police gotta free all my people
i’m on the meds
i mix it with ecstasy

he seeing red
i told him don’t mess with me

biting my swag but they ain’t got the recipe
i pull up with the gang and the sticks in a suv

ima go swim in that b*tch hit a backstroke
most of these n*ggas so broke got no cash flow

he got no b*tches he fiend off his last hoe
i got the gas i ain’t talking ‘bout sasol

top of the hotel eating chicken fillet
can’t gamble my life this ain’t russian roulette

[bridge]:
hahaha bit90 gang you know what i’m saying
straight from the y
yo rose talk to ‘em
let’s go

[verse 2: illrose]
yea they talking ‘bout money but they got no cash
hit it from the back yea then i pass
yea i’m spending that sh*t while he tryna make it last
yea i hop in the whip got the digital dash
she riding my d*ck and lil shawty gon’ crash
gotta stay down i don’t know what i have
i been cooking up doe in the lab
yea they stealing my swag they calllin’ me dad
i’ve been at the top floor
yea you know i don’t f*ck with the cops woah
choppa hit your top
i send shots to all my opps
shawty pull up to the condo
i got a nine like rondo
i send a n*gga to john dough
i just been serving the packs on the low
i been ballin lil shawty say how you do that
flippin’ the packs in the trap
yea none of these n*ggas want smoke no cap
choppa make him get back
i’m in neiman’s i just popped a tag
just like dexter i trap in the lab
i’ve been trapping with og gas bag
yea that n*gga had racks in the past

{bridge]:
hahaha, yea man y’all n*gga lame man
y’all n*ggas ain’t got no money
y’all n*ggas ain’t got no swag
y’all n*ggas ain’t got no hoes
y’all n*ggas ain’t got nothing man
yea man y’all n*ggas need a starter pack in this b*tch man
we’ve been trappin’ trappin’
smoking on woods
i wish a n*gga would

- prayforjoeyy lyrics

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