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geppetto - toasty lyrics

intro:

(aye nic we balling for real)

hook:

i got a hunnid’ a hunnid’ a hunnid’ (hunnid’)
ain’t talking bout’ clips stuff my mag up with racks
told the b*tch chill when she suck it, i ain’t finna’ cum, it feel good when i’m tryinna’ relax
told this b*tch chill when she tuck it, she moving too loud gotta learn how to secretly pack
brodie be pump faking, he gotta learn how to lack
we finna’ shoot from the paint
i took ya’ b*tch gotta brain
long neck, jempino crane
puppet, geppetto, i’m pulling her strings

verse 1:

this not a rental i own it
name so good made a lil’ kitty moan it
find someone better?, i bet she gon’ clone it
you got her back but i already blown it
bruce wayne, i own the bank that you loan in
mulsanne, f*ck that lil’ civic you drove in
yeah i got the v12, you got the v4
said you got money?, what you need me for?
we call em’ rats, cuz’ what you gon’ plea for?
it’s just the last of us not talkin’ p4
verse 2:
not talkin’ p4
grave ain’t enough send his ass to the sea floor
doing too much slide a opp with the c4
this ain’t the raq got the chop by the seat door
this ain’t a stab wound hit him up then he tore
i’m not the same that you knew before
i had to change for the better of me
you ain’t have a clue who i needed to be
you ain’t have a clue what i seen
you ain’t have a clue bout’ the benefits reaped
you ain’t have a clue bout’ the sh*lls that i keep
i ain’t talking turtles, i’m talking bout’ .223
i ain’t get home til bout’ 2:33
mud in my cup had to bl**dy my pee
f*ck what you say b*tch i’m sipping on green

bridge:

i like the purple and red
i ain’t picky as long as this sh*t get me high
i don’t know why i’m like that
it’s probably bad for my soul but that’s fine
it’s probably bad for my roll when i climb
i run a bad b*tch out cuz’ she fine
ten piece on me not talking bout’ dime
talking bout’ 10 racks and a hunnid’ on hunnid’
hook:

i got a hunnid’ a hunnid’ a hunnid’ (hunnid’)
ain’t talking bout’ clips stuff my mag up with racks
told the b*tch chill when she suck it, i ain’t finna’ cum it feel good when i’m tryinna’ relax
told this b*tch chill when she tuck it, she moving too loud gotta learn how to secretly pack
brodie be pump faking, he gotta learn how to lack
we finna’ shoot from the paint
i took ya’ b*tch gotta brain
long neck, jempino crane
puppet, geppetto, i’m pulling her strings

outro:

i’m pulling her strings
i’m pulling her stings
i’m pulling her strings
i’m pulling her strings
puppet, geppetto, i’m pulling her strings
i’m pulling her strings
i’m pulling her strings
i’m pulling her strings
i’m pulling her strings

- toasty lyrics

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