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bbybandman - new ap كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
it’s yung bans and y’all better know i’m f-cking with surreal gang
eddie gianni

[chorus]
i’m sipping on lean
sh-t hurting my spleen
number (n)ine jeans
he want some smoke, vogue magazine
we on that sh-t
kick down they door
who do you see?
choppa on me
diamonds on me
just got a bust down
new ap
riding around in a beam
that glockie on me
that b-tch tryna f-ck
this d-ck not for free

[verse]
hop out, do a show then i hop in a rolls
he live off reposts
i live off bar codes
that b-tch off the c-ke, she do the most
all of this money turned my heart cold
can’t trust that b-tch, she just want all my rolls
she see that i’m up, she hitting my phone
don’t need you lil’ b-tch, leave me alone
without the gang, i would never be sh-t
zay told me “keep going”
i’ll never stop glowing
fredo in my cup
i never stop pouring
this mud in system, it got me slouched
remember them nights, we was sleep on the couch
i got them thots on the block that know all of your whereabouts
hop out the whip and we air it out
my ex said money the only thing i care about
stack up these hundreds and stretch it out
told momma it ain’t nothing to stress about
ysl purse, momma check it out
subi tag, it be sticking out
look at my jeans
stars on the roof, i’m living the dream
that b-tch tryna f-ck on a king
feel like i’m sosa, buy anything i see
dior all on my feet
smoking dope, 4gs to my super dome in new orleans

- bbybandman

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