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Burna Bandz
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Pull out the stick, bet I won't miss Pull up da scene, bet I'm gone drip Money ain't a thing, get it off the rip He want a lil fame, now they spellin' rip I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist Made the pack flip, I'm stuck at the stove She got a lil followers she think she da shit Instagram model, treat her like a hoe I tell lil mama come here get low I told the plug it's already sold I'm on the north them youngins so cold They'll pull up to your door Pull up knock his dome I tried to tell lil mama she ain't listen I'm on the lonely road, road to riches Tryna run these digits I ain't got no feelins Tryna feel a million That's just how I'm feelin' That's just how I'm feelin' Need racks to the ceilin' That's just how I'm feelin' Nigga fuck the system that's just how I'm feelin' He a rat nigga I don't want no dealing' They know who we are wassgang Bitch we from the trenches million dollar visions gotta go and get it Hit him leave no witness clips they extended We them niggas winning tell them bring the ribbons I'm so money driven on the road to riches diamonds, yea The biting diamonds yea they vicious Better not move suspicious jman handle business Watch the beam glisten right there on his fitted Riding with no sealing live life with no limits Free lil crodie miss lil cro he a menace We ain't going back and forth na, this ain't tennis 16 going up top J J Reddick Getting all this green i don’t really fuck with lettuce If she wanna leave then leave I ain't sweating Don't at me or mention hollows for the tension Snakes snatch me up and you know I ain't confessin' Told lil mama come round and give me a blessin' Bitch I got the sauce like some mother fuckin' dressin' Pull out the stick, bet I won't miss Pull up da scene, bet I'm gone drip Money ain't a thing, get it off the rip He want a lil fame, now they spellin' rip I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist Made the pack flip, I'm stuck at the stove She got a lil followers she think she da shit Instagram model, treat her like a hoe I tell lil mama come here get low I told the plug it's already sold I'm on the north them youngins so cold They'll pull up to your door Pull up knock his dome I tried to tell lil mama she ain't listen I'm on the lonely road, road to riches Tryna run these digits I ain't got no feelins Tryna feel a million That's just how I'm feelin' Lil nigga listen pay attention Being broke that's your decision Knock a nigga right off his pivot He a loose ball caught him slippin' Lil bitch she always trippin' I just wanna fuck then I'ma dismiss it Got the green beam in case he move a lil distant Blow out your candles ain't makin' no wishes When we pull up it get ugly explicit She wanna fuck baby be more specific Leave no trace no forensics or ballistics Still at the pot, still got my wrist in Still trap out the trenches If I start something I'ma finish Won't forget I ain't forgivin' Still free the cros out the prison I call she pull up in a instant I call she pull up in a instant Better not tell your friends bout our business Heard they ask why I'm liking your pictures Why you always got me on your playlist Keep it on the low don't say shit Insta bitch she think she famous Counting money so entertainin' Walk a nigga down like Jason
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