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sahirrl - Mystery Man (feat. Lil Geo) Lyrics



sahirrl - Mystery Man (feat. Lil Geo) Lyrics




Ayy, nostalgia, come on, uh, Lil' 93, yeah, ayy, uh
Givenchy on my toe, she sendin' a love, nah, we don't go
I roll it up, bitch, think I want it, shit gon' kill me
I just turnt up the whole city, was gon' f*ck her, but she shitty

Two-tone glock, this bitch so shifty, but I still been that bitty
She shakin' ass, I'm not gon' catch, she do what I say, like she gon' fetch it
F*cked this hoe real good, she open her mouth, my kid, she catch it
Whole strip, just wet it, one-eyed like Fetty

She got wap, this shit so messy, present, that's why I stay in the heli
Walkie go straight to my belly, makin' money in his telly
Won't know why I serve these drugs, can't get no hoe, my f*ckin' heart
She the reason this bitch locked

Bitch, you know I'm off the plot, man, he talkin', see, uh-uh
Damn, bitch, I feel like the man, bitch, you know I feel like the man
I feel like the man, nigga, where's the plan? It's hot outside, nigga, where's the flan
This Glock shoot your ass and your man, I'm whippin' it up, put the shit in the pan

Kick it at the beach, feet in the sand, my pocket rocket
But I caught a mystery Dan , that boy broke, he gotta eat out the can
I graduated with a cap and gown, suppressor oil, it don't make a sound
I'm servin' bucks, serve this shit around, man, this hoe so retarded, now

I scare a nigga like a f*ckin' clown, she a hoe, nigga, no, she get around
Gotta get this money, gotta get it around, she suckin' dick, yeah, she get around
I count this money, I ain't goin' to town
F*ck, she f*ck, tryna get my nut

She a groupie, hoe, don't hang with her, she wanna hang with us
Stay low, gotta stay in the bush, like Milwaukee, tryna get these bucks
I'm f*ckin' a hoe in this truck, I'm ridin' a Tesla truck, huh
She on my body, I'm ridin' a hottie, sto, sto, let this bitch go, huh

Two chops, two chops, I hit you in your head
Damn, and I leave you dead
I'm countin' these lil' bands
You see my fit, it cost a band

I'm f*ckin' a hoe, yeah, she on my, damn
Ion f*ck wit that nigga, he not my mans, huh
Handle it
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Ayy, nostalgia, come on, uh, Lil' 93, yeah, ayy, uh
Givenchy on my toe, she sendin' a love, nah, we don't go
I roll it up, bitch, think I want it, shit gon' kill me
I just turnt up the whole city, was gon' f*ck her, but she shitty

Two-tone glock, this bitch so shifty, but I still been that bitty
She shakin' ass, I'm not gon' catch, she do what I say, like she gon' fetch it
F*cked this hoe real good, she open her mouth, my kid, she catch it
Whole strip, just wet it, one-eyed like Fetty

She got wap, this shit so messy, present, that's why I stay in the heli
Walkie go straight to my belly, makin' money in his telly
Won't know why I serve these drugs, can't get no hoe, my f*ckin' heart
She the reason this bitch locked

Bitch, you know I'm off the plot, man, he talkin', see, uh-uh
Damn, bitch, I feel like the man, bitch, you know I feel like the man
I feel like the man, nigga, where's the plan? It's hot outside, nigga, where's the flan
This Glock shoot your ass and your man, I'm whippin' it up, put the shit in the pan

Kick it at the beach, feet in the sand, my pocket rocket
But I caught a mystery Dan , that boy broke, he gotta eat out the can
I graduated with a cap and gown, suppressor oil, it don't make a sound
I'm servin' bucks, serve this shit around, man, this hoe so retarded, now

I scare a nigga like a f*ckin' clown, she a hoe, nigga, no, she get around
Gotta get this money, gotta get it around, she suckin' dick, yeah, she get around
I count this money, I ain't goin' to town
F*ck, she f*ck, tryna get my nut

She a groupie, hoe, don't hang with her, she wanna hang with us
Stay low, gotta stay in the bush, like Milwaukee, tryna get these bucks
I'm f*ckin' a hoe in this truck, I'm ridin' a Tesla truck, huh
She on my body, I'm ridin' a hottie, sto, sto, let this bitch go, huh

Two chops, two chops, I hit you in your head
Damn, and I leave you dead
I'm countin' these lil' bands
You see my fit, it cost a band

I'm f*ckin' a hoe, yeah, she on my, damn
Ion f*ck wit that nigga, he not my mans, huh
Handle it
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Writer: Sahir Bilal
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Performed By: sahirrl
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Sahir Bilal
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