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Steel Banglez (Banglez, Banglez) I can't put no trust into bitches 'Cause they gon' do you dirty like them snitches I can't be your man, but I can hit it When I get shy, I leave her dripping Make her drip, drip I make her drip, drip When I kiss her, you know I make her drip, drip She know I'm lit, lit She know I'm lit, lit Real nigga gangster, I make her drip, drip Ah! Lifestyle expensive like a Bugatti Too happy No DNA like a new bally The drip's got your missus going doolally (doolally) And all my clothes fresh, I don't do tatty (hah) I came through smelling like Baccarat My habitat, imagine that Nigga, yeah, I have to rap (I have to, brother) Spiritually a mystery You sick of me, a different breed Nigga, this the vision team (that's the vision, brother) I got 'em in my soul Promise I'm evolved They ain't really honest and it shows Flights to Dubai, right by my side Price of his life, license to drive I can't put no trust into bitches 'Cause they gon' do you dirty like them snitches I can't be your man, but I can hit it When I get shy, I leave her dripping Make her drip, drip I make her drip, drip When I kiss her, you know I make her drip, drip She know I'm lit, lit She know I'm lit, lit Real nigga gangster, I make her drip, drip I need a ride-or-die chick Not no gold-digging bitch, someone I can spend my life with, let's go Babes, you can leave You was weighing up your options, I was weighing up these kiss All them late nights I been in the trap You entertaining all these niggas on Snap' But I thought we was bigger than that I thought you loved me, I guess it was an act Guess I'll stick to these packs At least this shit don't get taxed, let's go (let's go) I still come through in that Benz, G Had your mistress in Louis bedsheets Made her drip cah I fuck her 'til her legs weak And next week, I'll be with the next freak I can't put no trust into bitches 'Cause they gon' do you dirty like them snitches I can't be your man, but I can hit it When I get shy, I leave her dripping Make her drip, drip I make her drip, drip When I kiss her, you know I make her drip, drip She know I'm lit, lit She know I'm lit, lit Real nigga gangster, I make her drip, drip You speak to niggas when we break up We ain't ever gonna make up Why you let your friends come in between us? And I ain't ever done no favours And I know you miss me when you wake up (I know) One more kiss is all it takes though You might like them niggas, but you always love me 'Cause ain't no other nigga know your body like me, yeah I see you drippin' in that big Givenchy, yeah I know you have to love me, yeah And we can never go be, yeah (big stacker, no lacker, you know?) What makes you different from these girls that I see on explore page? Can I trust you for life, or can I trust you for four days? (Can I?) Kissin' up your neck, I know you love it, of course, bae (c'mon) Had you dripping wet and that was just from the foreplay (foreplay) (Ooh-oh-oh, ooh-ooh, hmm) (Ooh-ooh, ooh-oh) Make her drip, drip (ooh, oh-oh) I make her drip, drip (ooh-yeah) I'm a gangster, you know I make her drip, drip (ooh-oh) She know I'm lit, lit She know I'm lit, lit (oh-oh) Real nigga gangster, I make her drip, drip (Steel Banglez, the playlist) This one's for all the couples taking flights Ride or die like Bonnie and Clyde Let's go, Deno
Writer(s): Courtney Leon Freckleton, Pahuldip Singh Sandhu, Samuel Daley Montell, Rhys Thomas Sylvester, Khoury Renard Porter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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