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Solly G - Lay Round Lyrics



Solly G - Lay Round Lyrics




I gotta get sum money, bitch I can't lay round
Glock wit a dick and that bitch piss just like a K round
I treat these lil hoes feelings like a playground
Told my bitch I gotta see my other bitch so I can't stay round

I got 2 brothers built like Debo I keep apes round
1 got a 17 but that bitch hold bout 8 rounds
The other just last week got off 8 pounds
Told dis bitch I gotta make some cheese she needa hit da greyhound

I Got a 9 I call her Nina she don't play round
This bitch a freak itta make a nigga lay down
My glock wrestle up this bitch it do a take down
My shooters high school hoopers bitch we statebound

They say they ride but is they walking if it break down
Made this bitch rob her nigga she a shakedown
Bitch I trap up out da P I don't keep shake round
I'm in New York wit it, just came from H town

I paid my cougar bitch rent for trynna play down
Don't let a bitch get in yo bag don't go like A brown
Stepped in the building they like damn this nigga baped down
My bitch trippin talking bout we goin 8 rounds

I gotta bad bitch, and she know wassup
If you not talking money nigga shut the f*ck up
I gotta side boujee bitch that's so stuck up
Everytime we f*ck she make my main bitch lick da nut up

Just dropped my second main bitch I'm finna cut up
Hit 2 of her friends last week I'm onna come up
Bro got his CC dub he pray a nigga run up
Why my my fingers ashy? I be countin money till the sun up

I like her pretty so I got da bitch done up
My side thick bitch make me bread bitch she bunned up
I tell my niggas yo be careful how you come up
Gotta tell bro to chill he already got his gun up

Like who the f*ck is this, They be on trash wit it
Copped a 3 thousand dolla fit I get ass wit it
You let em lock you bitch that's funny I did dash wit it
White rich bitch throw da bag, she got class wit it

I do these bitches like 2k I hit and pass wit it
Just dropped 500 onna belt still finna sag wit it
Yo bitch just throw da pussy mines throw da bag wit it
I made this bitch play wit my kids like I'm her dad wit it

Me and money funny we do games I'm playin tag wit it
I think this bitch dont got a throat cuz she dont gag wit it
Gimme yo social bitch we can get a bag wit it
My bitch f*ck all my bitches wit me she a fag wit it

Dropped topped the stang and made a song to really brag wit it
My nigga said you needa rap you really that wit it
Got the pack flipping nigga imma acrobat wit it
Me and money conversatin bitch I'm having chats wit it

Pockets overstuffed with money bitch I'm lookin fat wit it
Just copped some buffs to ignore my bitch paragraphs wit it

Hahahaha that's it
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I gotta get sum money, bitch I can't lay round
Glock wit a dick and that bitch piss just like a K round
I treat these lil hoes feelings like a playground
Told my bitch I gotta see my other bitch so I can't stay round

I got 2 brothers built like Debo I keep apes round
1 got a 17 but that bitch hold bout 8 rounds
The other just last week got off 8 pounds
Told dis bitch I gotta make some cheese she needa hit da greyhound

I Got a 9 I call her Nina she don't play round
This bitch a freak itta make a nigga lay down
My glock wrestle up this bitch it do a take down
My shooters high school hoopers bitch we statebound

They say they ride but is they walking if it break down
Made this bitch rob her nigga she a shakedown
Bitch I trap up out da P I don't keep shake round
I'm in New York wit it, just came from H town

I paid my cougar bitch rent for trynna play down
Don't let a bitch get in yo bag don't go like A brown
Stepped in the building they like damn this nigga baped down
My bitch trippin talking bout we goin 8 rounds

I gotta bad bitch, and she know wassup
If you not talking money nigga shut the f*ck up
I gotta side boujee bitch that's so stuck up
Everytime we f*ck she make my main bitch lick da nut up

Just dropped my second main bitch I'm finna cut up
Hit 2 of her friends last week I'm onna come up
Bro got his CC dub he pray a nigga run up
Why my my fingers ashy? I be countin money till the sun up

I like her pretty so I got da bitch done up
My side thick bitch make me bread bitch she bunned up
I tell my niggas yo be careful how you come up
Gotta tell bro to chill he already got his gun up

Like who the f*ck is this, They be on trash wit it
Copped a 3 thousand dolla fit I get ass wit it
You let em lock you bitch that's funny I did dash wit it
White rich bitch throw da bag, she got class wit it

I do these bitches like 2k I hit and pass wit it
Just dropped 500 onna belt still finna sag wit it
Yo bitch just throw da pussy mines throw da bag wit it
I made this bitch play wit my kids like I'm her dad wit it

Me and money funny we do games I'm playin tag wit it
I think this bitch dont got a throat cuz she dont gag wit it
Gimme yo social bitch we can get a bag wit it
My bitch f*ck all my bitches wit me she a fag wit it

Dropped topped the stang and made a song to really brag wit it
My nigga said you needa rap you really that wit it
Got the pack flipping nigga imma acrobat wit it
Me and money conversatin bitch I'm having chats wit it

Pockets overstuffed with money bitch I'm lookin fat wit it
Just copped some buffs to ignore my bitch paragraphs wit it

Hahahaha that's it
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Writer: Solomon Sweeney
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Performed By: Solly G
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Solomon Sweeney

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