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armanibanz! - mns lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah, woah_oh
ha_ha
(hey, it’s quiet!)
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
i pull up in that lil’ foreign, yeah, that droptop
p_pull up on your block, make y’all n_ggas hit the cha_cha
why you talkin’ all that bullsh_t, n_gga, all i hear is blah_blah
you is not my slime, bust your sh_t, it look like pasta
[verse]
bi_b_tch, put all of your feelings aside
i ain’t one of them, b_tch i’m one of a kind
p_pull up on me, you wanna meet the slimes
my b_tch she a ten, i only f_ck with dimes
take off my hoodie and jump out the roof (out the roof)
you think you gon’ k!ll me, must be off the goop
my n_ggas some shooters but they cannot hoop (they can’t hoop)
keep flexin’ that glocky, show me what it do (what it do)
m_make no sense, nah, it don’t even make no sense
nah b_tch, it don’t make no sense
m_make no sense, it don’t make no sense
it’s all good to you but it make no sense
make no sense, it don’t make no sense (yeah, yeah)
here come the opposition, hop out that trench (trench)
pull up on the opps, hop out the whip (the whip)
my n_ggas don’t play, them n_ggas stay on ten (on ten)
no beyblade, but the choppa, let it rip (let it rip)
yeah, they call me ayo ’cause i stay with that drip (uh_huh)
mi_mink coat got me lookin’ like a pimp (like a pimp)
and my pockets be stuffed so i walk with a limp (wit’ a limp)
you and your kin is some b_tch_ass n_ggas
my n_ggas got paper, we some rich_ass n_ggas
c_caught you lackin’, you a [?]_ass n_gga (ha_ha)
how you tell on your mans? you a snitch_ass n_gga
my n_ggas got all the loot, no fortnite, but my n_ggas really look like some llamas
my shooter rock a turban when he blow that b_tch, so we call that lil’ n_gga osama (osama)
presidential watch on my wrist, ridin’ through the city, it’s just me and obama
choppa make that n_gga take a breath (take a breath), we done turned that p_ssy into a comma
[chorus]
i_i pull up in that lil’ foreign, yeah, that droptop
p_pull up on your block, make y’all n_ggas hit the cha_cha
why you talkin’ all that bullsh_t, n_gga, all i hear is blah_blah
you is not my slime, bust your sh_t, it look like pasta
[outro]
m_make no sense, nah, it don’t even make no sense
nah b_tch, it don’t make no sense
m_make no sense, nah, it don’t make no sense
it’s all good to you but it make no sense
make no sense, it don’t make no sense
here come the opposition, hop out that trench
pull up on the opps, hop out the whip
my n_ggas don’t play, them n_ggas stay on ten
no beyblade, but the choppa, let it rip
yeah, they call me ayo ’cause i stay with that drip
mi_mink coat got me lookin’ like a pimp
and my pockets be stuffed so i walk with a limp
you and your kin is some b_tch_ass n_ggas
my n_ggas got paper, we some rich_ass n_ggas
c_caught you lackin’, you a [?]_ass n_gga
how you tell on your mans? you a snitch_ass n_gga
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