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tonsils - shanghai phantom lyrics

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[chorus: shanghai phantom]
she wanna swallow
i hit her tonsil
need two like rambo
they talking canton
they going double up
right in my double r
shawty she suck it up
i gotta run it up

[post*chorus: shanghai phantom]
yeh, i get confused, why do those takers want me go broke (yeh)
they got no moves, i hop on amg throwing ’em shows (yeh)
what you gon’ do? i got your shawty be driving the boat (yeh)
squeezing her glute, i pull her hair, i never did fold (yeh)

[verse 1: shanghai phantom]
okay, locked in and aim at plain jane
talk c notes when it’s ring ring
lance jordan, pouring rain rain, iced out shoelace
electric lemonade i gotta roll it
finger in p*ssy yeh i gotta pokе it
catch no feelings, no, i need no emotion
tell no location, yeh, i jus bе ghostin’
mixin up potion, my piano, roland
don’t eat no sodam, got big batch loadin’
whip up da beyblade, sh*t underrated, throw a 360 then i just go
i hit her tonsil, i’m going bonker, you can’t complain cuz i did the most
hit bullseyes in her p*ssy then i roll
i just bought her ksubi, replace the zara that she wore
two*seated beamer taught me “less is more”
i know all those takers wish dat they could be unborn
[chorus: shanghai phantom]
she wanna swallow
i hit her tonsil
need two like rambo
they talking canton
they going double up
right in my double r
shawty she suck it up
i gotta run it up

[post*chorus: shanghai phantom]
yeh, i get confused, why do those takers want me go broke (yeh)
they got no moves, i hop on amg throwing ’em shows (yeh)
what you gon’ do? i got your shawty be driving the boat (yeh)
squeezing her glute, i pull her hair, i never did fold (yeh)

[verse 2: sauceboiyj]
smoking exotic, and i’m whipping about it, all money comes with new shawties
she suck it up, she want me to fill in her tummy, i just went balling
20k in my red pocket, put dat bad b*tch right on my mansion
stacking my racks, all of my sh*t tall, touching the ceiling
i don’t want my sh*t to be like your sh*t, man, i’m too legit
20k spent on b*tches, told her do da jumping jet
hit the label, tryna hit the whole time, man i can’t relax
racks on, all the way up on the ceiling higher than you expected

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