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blakeiana - bing bong (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(3dawg made this one)

[chorus: blakeiana]
only thing i love is money, commas make me h_rny (money fetish)
ghost my last n_gga, he wasn’t doin’ enough for me (bye)
shout out to them b_tches who keep my name in they mouth
just know i’m the big league and you hoes some girl scouts (little_ass girl)
airplane mode, i don’t wanna talk if money ain’t bein’ mentioned (mmm)
thinkin’ she could f_ck with me, this b_tch done lost her senses (lost her mind)
if that n_gga top fire, i’m grantin’ him three wishes
pulled a him on him, now he swear he can’t stand b_tches

[verse 1: blakeiana]
pullеd a him on him, now he swear he can’t stand hoеs (hoes)
my n_gga pull up h_llcat, trackhawk, range rove’ (skrrt)
i’m lookin’ good as h_ll, the f_ck i look like stayin’ inside for? (f_ck i look like?)
skully tee chanaynay, b_tch, i spent a ten on wardrobe (ten)
i get what i want and send these n_ggas off like mail (get outta there)
you can be his peace, ’cause i’m the type to give him h_ll (h_ll)
he thought he had me put up, crazy as h_ll (crazy)
more motion than a lot of n_ggas that’s slangin’ vacuum seal (okay)
y’all might think it’s drip, i just be gettin’ fresh as h_ll (for real)
young raw turnt b_tch, i ain’t takin’ no chill pill (never ever)
all my opps is dead ’cause b_tches can’t be for real (they dead)
if that n_gga f_ck up, i’m gettin’ back in the field (back up in the field)
yeah, yeah, play dumb
i put belt to ass, my n_gga puttin’ dracs to drums (b_tch ass)
i’ma blow some bread for real, i want every crumb
pressin’ p on b_tches always made my days fun
post a pic on insta’, to my dms, n_ggas run (nah, for real)
you might think he’s hot, to me, this n_gga ain’t worth nothin’ (back up, lil’ bruh)
who want smoke with b? they gon’ need another lung (yup)
screamin’, “f_ck ya life,” like i’m from ny, bing bong (dummy)
[interlude: s_xyy red]
northside
it’s your favorite, hood hottest princess, s_xyy motherf_ckin’ red in this motherf_cker
i had to hop on this b_tch with my b_tch blake, saint louis sh_t, n_gga (s_xyy)

[verse 2: s_xyy red]
only thing i want is cash, designer on my ass (duh)
left my main n_gga ’cause that d_ck was straight trash (wack)
northside b_tch, you know me, i chase a bag (on bloods)
any n_gga i f_ck with gon’ run his mouth and brag (goofy)
cars tinted five, you can’t see who in this whip (nope)
i like exotic guns, red beams with the switch (graow, baow)
my n_ggas don’t talk ’cause i punch ’em in the lip (what?)
pulled a him on him, now he swear he can’t stand a b_tch (s_xyy)

- blakeiana

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