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skyzone - vyse o79 lyrics

big boy, back seat rollin’ up fonto
i need that ap buss down, pr*nto
bad b*tch, said she gon ride no bronco
you ain’t got dough no convo, iphone jumpin’ like sky zone

woke up thinkin’ about fly sh*t
yo’ sh*t soundin’ like my sh*t
n*ggas tryna copy my closet
you ain’t gettin money that’s toxic
big b*tt girls steady callin’ my phone up
sh*t started gettin obnoxious
these days gotta move cautious
doin’ what the og’s taught me
regulate, regulate, regulate
(woah, yuh)
regulate, regulate, regulate
(woah, yuh)
big bread, level up, regulate
brand new check had to celebrate
big blunt, gg, mеditate
pourin’ up hi*tec, medicatе

i gotta eat, i got dior on my feet
i don’t do footlocker no more
‘cuz all of my jordan’s are free
i ain’t important accordin’ to you, ok?
that ain’t important to me
heat up a beef and then i’ll put a fork in it
i’ll cop a coffin for cheap
hop in the whip and i feel like a foreigner
i told em’ i got a gift for the coroner
i keep a stack and i stay with the bosses ‘cuz
i got the walk and i talk like an auctioneer
i saw your shawty and she was just sayin you borin’
and you havin’ trouble affordin’ her
she was ignorin’ you when you were callin’ her
she ain’t too loyal but thanks for supportin’ her
(uh, look)
live from the gritty, got ties on the block
top 5 in the city, on my side is a glock
make ’em drop like flies, i’ll slide on a opp
lop side with the grippy
two b*tches on my d*ck
got a n*gga feelin’ giddy
bout to throw a biddie in a video to make it litty
i can make your chick mine just give her a lil’ d*cky
you can call me 6ix9ine
keep a bl!cky wit a stiffy, aw sh*t
rappers be like they don’t really rap, yeah we know
i make hits like a n*gga bambino
bank account cool, but i need more zero’s
vyse pull strings ya’ll guitar hero
i stay calm if a n*gga touch me though
it’s gone be a lot of black tuxedos
n*ggas take shots i don’t ever shoot back
just got a new jack tryna stack like nino
woke up thinkin’ about fly sh*t
yo’ sh*t soundin’ like my sh*t
n*ggas tryna copy my closet
you ain’t gettin money that’s toxic
big b*tt girls steady callin’ my phone up
sh*t started gettin obnoxious
these days gotta move cautious
doin’ what the og’s taught me
regulate, regulate, regulate
(woah, yuh)
regulate, regulate, regulate
(woah, yuh)
big bread, level up, regulate
brand new check had to celebrate
big blunt, gg, meditate
pourin’ up hi*tec, medicate

- vyse o79 lyrics

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