BBY GOYARD - VALENTINO SWANS lyrics

[BBY GOYARD - VALENTINO SWANS lyrics]

Lil Shannon Goyard, bitch
Ain't done stepping on throats
Apply the pressure when it means the most
Apply the pressure when it means the most

And I ain't done stepping on throats
Apply the pressure when it means the most
You ain't used to being alone
Castlevania, it came with a moat
I've been smoking LA gas
There's something wrong
Salad on a blunt, these laces come up
We in all white like swans
25k a day, they like okay, what's the catch?
New exotic and you never smelled the stench
No twist it up like a wrench
FN leave him red, call him Johnny Bench
Game 7 clench
I know my bitch be bettin' switch
And I'm off a cape and
They're knocking me out quick
I put a cross on a medkit
Why I'm still walking on eggshells
Balenci-yellows like an omelet
Baby just drop it, ooh, baby just drop it
Say you wanna go and build with
Me but I ain't Amish
Said you wanna build with me
But i ain't on it

And I know it's pay to play
So I ain't paying no homage
And it's Lil Shannon Tom Clancy
The way I'm moving in silence
Send the point of Valentino shoes
Quantum of solace all my fair dues coming in
Time 'cause I'm timeless
And she wanna fuck the crew cuz
She know the crew be popping
Every night, underneath the stars
You can see her watching
And she'll never acknowledge it but
She's always second option it gets real

Too much Wok' got me stuck
Put a cup in another cup
Drunk a pint, get another one
Said "Pap, what kinda soda you want?"
It don't matter, anyone
I done drunk out all of 'em
I'm with the jays, they all love me
All day long, serve all of 'em
We got sticks while y'all frontin'
Y'all lil niggas ain't on nuthin'

Big bankroll on me with hunnids
Baby girl say she like how I'm stuntin'
Show up 30 minutes late to the function
I walk in this bitch and get it jumpin'
I'll give a perc pill to yo lil cousin
Up the draco on a nigga, make him stutter
Get to the money, the bread and butter
Ain't choppin' grass when I got the cutter
Dirty East Side nigga from the gutta
Trickery conniving motherfucka
Bitch, you ain't gotta lie if
You don't love me
Wok' in my possession, I got custody
FN-57, I ain't tussling
I know scammers and I know hustlers
My pockets fat like DJ Mustard
Yo shit skinny like the new DJ Mustard
These niggas washed up like DJ Mustard

I walked in like YK in a Gucci coat
You don't fuck with Pap, you doing dope
Before Future, a young nigga was moving dope
I don't believe Pusha T ever sold dope
You can ask my momma and all my folks
And they gon' tell you I sold dope
They'll probably still tell you I sell dope
I ain't gon lie, I don't do that no more
And if I did, you would never know

I walk in this bitch wearing Valentino
556 bullets and a bag of Doritos
Audi go faster than a torpedo
Whatever you need, just let me know

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