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be something/pray - spookyli lyrics

[part i: be something]

[intro]
(the mafia, n*gga, b*tch ass n*gga, we don’t f*ck wit’ you)
(j3tskr3vm)

[chorus]
shawty eat the d*ck, she don’t put no t**th on it
n*gga, send the payment, b*tch, or i’m not respondin’
money in the couch, n*gga, used to sleep on it
b*tches come and go, them junkies, they gon’ keep comin’
cops like, “why you speedin’?” ’cause, lil’ b*tch, i need money
i was seventeen, seen nothin’ but some fiends and junkies
i pull up on my block and now my ring jumpin’
don’t f*ck ’round, get yo’ ass smoked like a steam oven

[verse 1]
yeah, i see you gettin’ money, that don’t mean nothin’
n*gga, cut that sh*t out, my n*gga, you ain’t welcome
b23 dior’s, lil’ b*tch, they cost an onion
i was really in the trap, n*gga, sellin’ onions
havin’ motion, i got h*lla ways to get somе money
i was really talkin’ to them plugs in california
i don’t see thеse n*ggas, ain’t upset, i ain’t annoyed
i got n*ggas box you up like a pair of jorts
gotta go hard, b*tch, i gotta be somethin’
you know 12 get behind be, i’ma keep runnin’
[chorus]
shawty eat the d*ck, she don’t put no t**th on it
n*gga, send the payment, b*tch, or i’m not respondin’
money in the couch, n*gga, used to sleep on it
b*tches come and go, them junkies, they gon’ keep comin’
cops like, “why you speedin’?” ’cause, lil’ b*tch, i need money
i was seventeen, seen nothin’ but some fiends and junkies
i pull up on my block and now my ring jumpin’
don’t f*ck ’round, get yo’ ass smoked like a steam oven

[outro]
li, what?

[part ii: pray]

[intro]
hah (b*tch ass n*gga, we don’t f*ck wit’ you)
(j3tskr3vm)

[chorus]
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no paper, what you need from me?
i like euros, i like yen, i like green money
this b*tch think i’m super hot, like a comet
i just upload some pictures, i don’t read comments
told her, “hit me up,” now my d*ck all in her stomach
hit that b*tch from the back, got her sheets runny
every day i’m takin’ risks, i gotta eat somethin’
trap out through the week, pray to god every sunday
[verse 2]
i can’t go to church ’cause all my clothes smell like chronic
don’t wanna see the sh*t i seen, just bein’ honest
i feel like i’m being watched while i sleep, i’m buggin’
i prefer to count the money if it’s bleedin’ bl**dy

- spookyli lyrics

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