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shawny binladen - yellow gangbangers كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: shawny binladen]
wanted some drank, he got hit with the tussin
she off the 30, i got that b_tch bussin’
cookies, i got this sh_t for my [?]
spinnin’, i’m spinnin’ my drum [?] hundred
brand new thirty, know we gotta drum it
walk down, run down, tell ‘em to run it
i get the pack and you know i’ma punt him
summon the [?] was runnin’
so many guns, woulda thought we was gunnin’
but i’m [?] b_tch you know how we comin’
straight bookbags, gotta walk with them hundreds
heard he outside so you know that i spot him
[verse 2: big yaya]
we gave them thirties they threw us some hundreds
we ain’t [?]
cartier, only see 20s, 50s and them 100s
matha a1, sound like she hummin’
pockets they crippin’, but you know i’m bummin’
all these pounds, i’m going to london
all this drip, you’d think we went to italy
say they ballin’, yеah right, little league
my young son [?] play for thе yellow league
cuffin’ that hoe like she got a felony
tryna cop mama a crib off a melody
he ridin’ with the top off, do him like kennedy
real money gon’ show’ who a friend of me
[?] a friend to your enemy
i don’t [?] the grinches to the enemy
come back [?] i got the remedy
this a marathon, i don’t care who ahead of me
too much kids i might get a vasectomy
what you [?], you can’t even get next to me
og, like mr. krabs with the recipe

[verse 3: grinchn4$]
junkies, like triple h for the pedigree
amg and i ain’t go to a spelling bee
f_ck a blue check ‘cause i gotta check on me
[?] i’m gettin’ [?] for my felonies
[?] where k!llers be
louis v on my tee
checkerboard on my feet
for halloween i coulda dress as a checker piece
[?] my pops i created my destiny
the soda gon’ pop if you fill it with too much lean
my pockets will sag if i fill ‘em with too much green
got the gucci helmet, it’s gon’ stop you from [?]
my glasses got diamonds, it’s making it hard to [?]
i lost the keys, but i’m pushing to start the v
my b_tch a cuban, i might buy her a cuban link
[?], my neck [?]
shoot and he leave the scene
yellow money and i look up, the sky green
it’s daytime, but i just lit up the high beams
when i’m diamond shopping i be going to avi’
got a skinny white b_tch, she remind me of [?]
she off the molly
my other white b_tch, i be [?]
it’s the grinch [?], remind her of a zombie
i be everywhere at the [?]
people gon’ be watching when i use [?]
when the yellows in the line, the stars align
i ball in the hood, i won’t ball for the giants
i flex, hoe, without tryin’
i don’t design, but i’m in designer
i’m in the trap sellin’ marijuana
and my jeans [?] dolce gabanna
my block hot, they call it lasagna
the check, i signed it
i went for profit
[?]
the glizzy on me, i ain’t tryna do dropkicks
i ain’t got no [?] to call [?]
i’m just ridin’ with the stick inside it
tokyo drift sh_t, exotic spots
this a 20 dollar [?]
i text that b_tch, yeah, that p_ssy, i missed it
but i won’t kiss her
she suckin’ my d_ck, she be leavin’ her lipstick (that matta)
what she does, she [?]
[?] in the head and i tell ‘em report cards
[?] so much, she can’t fill the report card
you come to queens gotta check in with the yellow stars
givenchy shirt, gta, it got three stars
[?] while i’m rolling from cop cars
my d_ck ain’t hard, in my pants the glock hard
[?] i’m getting ‘em all off
f_ck a tip_off, i ball before i let the ball off
no cartier, then i’m calling ‘em ray charles

- shawny binladen

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