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vonno da fox - vonoff1700 lyrics

[intro]
alright, we turnt up, not burnt up, n*gga diss on the gang, gon’ get his dumb ass sent up
free famous, n*gga, free three, n*gga, free morrie, n*gga, free the whole gang
alright, come on (come on, we gone, okay)

[chorus]
we tote on glocks and shoot at opps and we high*speed on cops (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, we gone)
i like your j, then that sh*t took, call me vonno the fox (give me that, dumbass)
last n*gga dissed the gang got put in a box (with his dumb ass)
the opps just dropped a song, that sh*t so weak, get sh*t off the aux (that sh*t ass)
srt jeep fast, i do the dash (rrah), this b*tch fresh off a lot (this fast)
bounce out and shoot and i don’t stop ’til i see bodies drop (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, ’til n*ggas fall)
caught that n*gga tryna get a cut and we shot up the shop (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, his dumb ass)
beat up his ride and that b*tch can’t move (dumbass), we left it smokin’ hot (b*tch)

[verse]
they not outsidе (what the f*ck?), so i’m gon’ take a p*ss up on they block (thеy b*tch ass)
we run the ‘raq, go ask around, tg got sh*t on lock (we got this sh*t all through the city)
caught him tryna get some chicken and left his pot (his dumb ass)
we take n*ggas down, don’t come around talkin’ ’bout do swap for swap (trade for trade, dumbass)
roll him up, who you smokin’? b*tch, we smokin’ top (his dead ass)
don’t come outside, he think it’s sweet, so we gon’ smoke his pop (so we gon’ k!ll his dad, k!ll his dad)
think with his d*ck, so when we k!lled him, we shot off his c*ck (his d*ck, his dumb ass)
i ain’t the fightin’ type, i ain’t gon’ lie, b*tch, i’ll smoke the rock (you know that)
that n*gga had some money on my head and then he f*ckin’ clocked (what the f*ck?)
i’m the youngest turnt guy through the door and i ain’t had to knock (you know that)
rollie on my wrist, this b*tch be dancin’, it don’t tick*tock (it be dancin’)
arp with sixty rounds, this b*tch can fold and it came with a stock (rrah, rrah, with a stock, for real)
[chorus]
we tote on glocks and shoot at opps and we high*speed on cops (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, we gone)
i like your j, then that sh*t took, call me vonno the fox (give me that, dumbass)
last n*gga dissed the gang got put in a box (with his dumb ass)
the opps just dropped a song, that sh*t so weak, get sh*t off the aux (that sh*t ass)
srt jeep fast, i do the dash (rrah), this b*tch fresh off a lot (this fast)
bounce out and shoot and i don’t stop ’til i see bodies drop (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, ’til n*ggas fall)
caught that n*gga tryna get a cut and we shot up the shop (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, his dumb ass)
beat up his ride and that b*tch can’t move, we left it smokin’ hot (b*tch)

- vonoff1700 lyrics

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