Go
Solo Dolo
Huh
Get my money bitch I Shine
I got that bitch on FaceTime
I'm finna link her cannot waste Time
Throw that nigga in a Lake
Leave 'em where them bodies Stay
Got that Draco in my hand nobody Safe
Told that li' boy count his Days
Bank account go up to Space
Get the guap up!
Gettin' Paid!
Went up in her house she wanna get Laid
Backwoods in my mouth I blow out f*ckin' Haze
In the Fog I'll blow yo Brain
Cannot fall off 'cause a nigga always Think
And I'm balls deep in that bitch I made her shake
Ha legs shakin' like some leaves up on some trees
I be gettin' to the money 'cause that shit gone bring me peace
You not a crip nigga throwin' C's
I'm comin' equipped nigga Any Means
Gotta get out the ship nigga to the Seas
That ain't yo bitch nigga she the Skreet's
Solo gone kill it just gimme a Beat
I got the Fye Fye I got it on Me
That nigga wanna play 'cause his potna got beat
F*ck Simon this what Solo Say
Bruddas wit' VooDoo that shit is a Nola Thing
I'm on the block and the think it's a Hurricane
Bro got the chop he takin' down Errything
Hope y'all niggas will be movin' wit Caution
He got Baby Lungs he keep on Coughin'
Solo be gettin' the bands so Often
I am a one of one I'm not no Clone
I got the rocket I pop off his Dome
I grabbed the ZaZa mixed it wit' Cologne
She want the dick so bitch come on!
Makin' a song couldn't pick up the Phone
I took that nigga money like Alone
He tryna get me but that boy a Joke
She hangin' on to me like I'm a Rope
Go
Go
Bitch
Making them niggas run they playin' track
If you the smoke then I'm comin' to match
F*ck Nigga
Pew Pew
Huh
Get my money bitch I Shine
I got that bitch on FaceTime
I'm finna link her cannot waste Time
Throw that nigga in a Lake
Leave 'em where them bodies Stay
Got that Draco in my hand nobody Safe
Told that li' boy count his Days
Bank account go up to Space
Get the guap up!
Gettin' Paid!
Went up in her house she wanna get Laid
Backwoods in my mouth I blow out f*ckin' Haze
In the Fog I'll blow yo Brain
Cannot fall off 'cause a nigga always Think
And I'm balls deep in that bitch I made her shake
Ha legs shakin' like some leaves up on some trees
I be gettin' to the money 'cause that shit gone bring me peace
You not a crip nigga throwin' C's
I'm comin' equipped nigga Any Means
Gotta get out the ship nigga to the Seas
That ain't yo bitch nigga she the Skreet's
Solo gone kill it just gimme a Beat
I got the Fye Fye I got it on Me
That nigga wanna play 'cause his potna got beat
F*ck Simon this what Solo Say
Bruddas wit' VooDoo that shit is a Nola Thing
I'm on the block and the think it's a Hurricane
Bro got the chop he takin' down Errything
Hope y'all niggas will be movin' wit Caution
He got Baby Lungs he keep on Coughin'
Li'Solo - Fuk Simon Lyrics
Li'Solo - Fuk Simon Lyrics
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Solo Dolo
Huh
Get my money bitch I Shine
I got that bitch on FaceTime
I'm finna link her cannot waste Time
Throw that nigga in a Lake
Leave 'em where them bodies Stay
Got that Draco in my hand nobody Safe
Told that li' boy count his Days
Bank account go up to Space
Get the guap up!
Gettin' Paid!
Went up in her house she wanna get Laid
Backwoods in my mouth I blow out f*ckin' Haze
In the Fog I'll blow yo Brain
Cannot fall off 'cause a nigga always Think
And I'm balls deep in that bitch I made her shake
Ha legs shakin' like some leaves up on some trees
I be gettin' to the money 'cause that shit gone bring me peace
You not a crip nigga throwin' C's
I'm comin' equipped nigga Any Means
Gotta get out the ship nigga to the Seas
That ain't yo bitch nigga she the Skreet's
Solo gone kill it just gimme a Beat
I got the Fye Fye I got it on Me
That nigga wanna play 'cause his potna got beat
F*ck Simon this what Solo Say
Bruddas wit' VooDoo that shit is a Nola Thing
I'm on the block and the think it's a Hurricane
Bro got the chop he takin' down Errything
Hope y'all niggas will be movin' wit Caution
He got Baby Lungs he keep on Coughin'
Solo be gettin' the bands so Often
I am a one of one I'm not no Clone
I got the rocket I pop off his Dome
I grabbed the ZaZa mixed it wit' Cologne
She want the dick so bitch come on!
Makin' a song couldn't pick up the Phone
I took that nigga money like Alone
He tryna get me but that boy a Joke
She hangin' on to me like I'm a Rope
Go
Go
Bitch
Making them niggas run they playin' track
If you the smoke then I'm comin' to match
F*ck Nigga
Pew Pew
Huh
Get my money bitch I Shine
I got that bitch on FaceTime
I'm finna link her cannot waste Time
Throw that nigga in a Lake
Leave 'em where them bodies Stay
Got that Draco in my hand nobody Safe
Told that li' boy count his Days
Bank account go up to Space
Get the guap up!
Gettin' Paid!
Went up in her house she wanna get Laid
Backwoods in my mouth I blow out f*ckin' Haze
In the Fog I'll blow yo Brain
Cannot fall off 'cause a nigga always Think
And I'm balls deep in that bitch I made her shake
Ha legs shakin' like some leaves up on some trees
I be gettin' to the money 'cause that shit gone bring me peace
You not a crip nigga throwin' C's
I'm comin' equipped nigga Any Means
Gotta get out the ship nigga to the Seas
That ain't yo bitch nigga she the Skreet's
Solo gone kill it just gimme a Beat
I got the Fye Fye I got it on Me
That nigga wanna play 'cause his potna got beat
F*ck Simon this what Solo Say
Bruddas wit' VooDoo that shit is a Nola Thing
I'm on the block and the think it's a Hurricane
Bro got the chop he takin' down Errything
Hope y'all niggas will be movin' wit Caution
He got Baby Lungs he keep on Coughin'
Solo Dolo
Huh
Get my money bitch I Shine
I got that bitch on FaceTime
I'm finna link her cannot waste Time
Throw that nigga in a Lake
Leave 'em where them bodies Stay
Got that Draco in my hand nobody Safe
Told that li' boy count his Days
Bank account go up to Space
Get the guap up!
Gettin' Paid!
Went up in her house she wanna get Laid
Backwoods in my mouth I blow out f*ckin' Haze
In the Fog I'll blow yo Brain
Cannot fall off 'cause a nigga always Think
And I'm balls deep in that bitch I made her shake
Ha legs shakin' like some leaves up on some trees
I be gettin' to the money 'cause that shit gone bring me peace
You not a crip nigga throwin' C's
I'm comin' equipped nigga Any Means
Gotta get out the ship nigga to the Seas
That ain't yo bitch nigga she the Skreet's
Solo gone kill it just gimme a Beat
I got the Fye Fye I got it on Me
That nigga wanna play 'cause his potna got beat
F*ck Simon this what Solo Say
Bruddas wit' VooDoo that shit is a Nola Thing
I'm on the block and the think it's a Hurricane
Bro got the chop he takin' down Errything
Hope y'all niggas will be movin' wit Caution
He got Baby Lungs he keep on Coughin'
Solo be gettin' the bands so Often
I am a one of one I'm not no Clone
I got the rocket I pop off his Dome
I grabbed the ZaZa mixed it wit' Cologne
She want the dick so bitch come on!
Makin' a song couldn't pick up the Phone
I took that nigga money like Alone
He tryna get me but that boy a Joke
She hangin' on to me like I'm a Rope
Go
Go
Bitch
Making them niggas run they playin' track
If you the smoke then I'm comin' to match
F*ck Nigga
Pew Pew
Huh
Get my money bitch I Shine
I got that bitch on FaceTime
I'm finna link her cannot waste Time
Throw that nigga in a Lake
Leave 'em where them bodies Stay
Got that Draco in my hand nobody Safe
Told that li' boy count his Days
Bank account go up to Space
Get the guap up!
Gettin' Paid!
Went up in her house she wanna get Laid
Backwoods in my mouth I blow out f*ckin' Haze
In the Fog I'll blow yo Brain
Cannot fall off 'cause a nigga always Think
And I'm balls deep in that bitch I made her shake
Ha legs shakin' like some leaves up on some trees
I be gettin' to the money 'cause that shit gone bring me peace
You not a crip nigga throwin' C's
I'm comin' equipped nigga Any Means
Gotta get out the ship nigga to the Seas
That ain't yo bitch nigga she the Skreet's
Solo gone kill it just gimme a Beat
I got the Fye Fye I got it on Me
That nigga wanna play 'cause his potna got beat
F*ck Simon this what Solo Say
Bruddas wit' VooDoo that shit is a Nola Thing
I'm on the block and the think it's a Hurricane
Bro got the chop he takin' down Errything
Hope y'all niggas will be movin' wit Caution
He got Baby Lungs he keep on Coughin'
Writer: Li Kidd
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid