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Lirik Lagu Posty & Prodbysky – Spy


By: Admin | Artist: P posty prodbysky | Published: 2024-06-07T20:21:10:00+07:00
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[chorus: yeat & playboi carti]
yeah, i came with a bl!ck, i just brought the fire (bah)
i can’t f~ck with none of these lames, they a f~ckin’ lie (posty; rah)
b~tch, you know this get insane, you could f~ckin’ die (yeah, yeah)
i just pulled up in a bentley, it got frog eyes (sky; yeah, woo, yeah)
i’m a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, i’m serving five guys (woo)
you don’t got no racks, don’t got no bags, you can’t even f~ck with us, ah (woo)
you ain’t got your swag, you ain’t got no bags, you can’t even f~ck with us, ah (yeah, broke)
they some haters, they ain’t f~ckin’ with the mob, ah (no)
b~tch, you broke, that ain’t with me, that’s not my job (nah)
all my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah (lil’ jog)
make him pull up with the bl!ck, yeah, we gon’ stretch him (bah~bah~bah)
all my pockets overloaded, it’s overwhelming, ah (ah)
how you know ’bout all this sh~t? man, you a f~ckin’ spy (rah)
we got mob ties, baby got a felon (bah, bah, bah, bah)
f~ckin’ on your thot, she suckin’ d~ck, she bring the mail in (go)

[verse: yeat & playboi carti]
b~tch, i get the head, i get her melon
ridin’ ’round the city like a demon, like a villain
b~tch, i take these percocets all day, i ain’t got no feeling
ridin’ in a double~r tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling (woo)
ooh, yeah, hey (hey; sk—, —k~k~ky), walkin’ in the building, i’ma gon’ pull it up (woo)
we been up all day, i’m off adderall (okay)
i just pulled up in a lamb’, no, i’m not your friend (f~ck ’em)
f~ckin’ on your thot, f~ckin’ on your friend (huh, yeah, f~ck ’em)
i can’t f~ck with n0body, that’s not my best friend (not my friend)
i just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah
ridin’ in a bentley, ridin’ in a tank (woo)
i can’t f~ck with n0body, i’m sellin’ stain (stain)
i just took a percocet, i took a crank, i’m insane
[chorus]
yeah, i came with a bl!ck, i just brought the fire (bah)
i can’t f~ck with none of these lames, they a f~ckin’ lie (rah)
b~tch, you know this get insane, you could f~ckin’ die (yeah, yeah)
i just pulled up in a bentley, it got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah)
i’m a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, i’m serving five guys (woo)
you don’t got no racks, don’t got no bags, you can’t even f~ck with us, ah (woo)
you ain’t got your swag, you ain’t got no bags, you can’t even f~ck with us, ah (yeah, broke)
they some haters, they ain’t f~ckin’ with the mob, ah (no)
b~tch, you broke, that ain’t with me, that’s not my job (nah)
all my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah (lil’ jog)
make him pull up with the bl!ck, yeah, we gon’ stretch him (bah~bah~bah)
all my pockets overloaded, it’s overwhelming (ah)
how you know ’bout all this sh~t? man, you a f~ckin’ spy (rah)
we got mob ties, baby got a felon (bah, bah, bah, bah)
f~ckin’ on your thot, she suckin’ d~ck, she bring the mail in (go)

[outro: playboi carti]
sky


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