Lyrics Lightningboy & viizzi – Safety strap

Safety strap Lyrics – Lightningboy & viizzi

Singer: Lightningboy & viizzi
Title: Safety strap

He said he want it but he don’t (but he don’t)
Run into the function, turn that boy into a ghost (boy into a ghost)
And he talkin’ over twitter, yeah, you really do the most (yeah, you really do the most)
f#ck it get this money, i can’t deal with all these hoes (with all these hoes)

p#ss# want the smoke, i up the choppa let it rip (let it rip)
If i let it off just know that i’m a empty out the clip (empty out the clip)
Put that boy up on a shirt ’cause he was talking all that sh#t (talking all that sh#t)
And i pull up to the club and i’m a leave it with his b#tch (leave it with his b#tch)

You wanna talk it out but i don’t talk it out, i only spark it out
These p#ssies want the smoke but we the hounds so come and bark it out
I’m a throw your b#tch a bone and then i’ll bone her (bone her)
Hollows rip your kidneys out you turn into a doner (to a doner)

Yeah, we throw grenades
b#tch we running fades, b#tch, we gettin’ paid (gettin’ paid)
I get money, i get money, every single f#ckin’ day (everyday)
And i say it with my chest that i’m the best to f#ckin’ do it (f#ckin’ do it)

If you wanna f#ckin’ test me b#tch i’ll prove it, yeah (i’ll prove it, yeah)
You know i’m comin’ in with teddy, armed and ready, aiming steady (aiming steady)
If we runnin’ out of ammo, then we pulling out machetes (pulling out machetes)
Two man team the duffel bag, just please don’t ask us why it’s heavy (why it’s heavy)

Come outside your f#ckin’ house ’cause we got claymores, bouncing betty’s (bouncing betty’s)
I been thinkin’ ’bout it lately, baby, maybe you were right
Like i’m so good at being pretty but not good at being nice
And do a show up in your city we gon’ f#ck before my flight

Pour up four in a 550, girl, i never go outside
Hooded up in the club in my shades
Said she wanna talk but girl there’s nothing left to say
Friiidgedeath on my grave

I ain’t wear no f#cking safety strip, i ain’t, i came to play-play
Wii sports on the course with the sticks, now you in pain-pain
Girl if you the thunder i’m the lightning in the rain
I could f#ck her if i wanna, said she like the way i taste

Put some metal to my head, show you fifty shades of brain-brain
Said she want it painted black but i wanna paint it grey
He said he want it but he don’t (but he don’t)
Run into the function, turn that boy into a ghost (boy into a ghost)

And he talkin’ over twitter, yeah, you really do the most (yeah, you really do the most)
f#ck it get this money, i can’t deal with all these hoes (with all these hoes)
p#ss# want the smoke, i up the choppa let it rip (let it rip)
If i let it off just know that i’m a empty out the clip (empty out the clip)

Put that boy up on a shirt ’cause he was talking all that sh#t (talking all that sh#t)
And i pull up to the club and i’m a leave it with his b#tch (leave it with his b#tch)
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