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(Bluskxy) Look! I-I-I rob that bank, yeah, for sure Run up for a milli, yeah, that's still the goal Benji's on benji's, I can't even fold I got diamonds on my wrist, my shit be so cold "Armani, how are you doin?" I'm doing great I'm just goddamn baked, man, I feel like an ape I be minding mine, so how the fuck can you hate? I heard you talkin', now that boy better escape What do you mean? I hear what you sayin', but what do you mean? It ain't adding up, nigga, like, what do you mean? Nah, fuck that shit, bitch, I'm finna leave You got me damned, bitch, what do you mean? Nah, dumbass bitch, what the fuck do you mean? Call me Danny 'cause I won me that green Not fuckin' with these niggas, they sayin' I'm mean The chopper 7'2, I call that Kareem I rat-tat-tat-da, then I skrrt off the scene No LeBron, I'm finna carry my team I've been fuckin' with you, you hiding behind the screen Ahem, nigga, where is you at? Walk up to that front door, you finna get clapped They call me Khalil, I stay with that MAC I'm finna smack you, bitch, you better get back She be grippin' on my dick like a lobster I ain't a rapper, lil' bitch, I'm a rockstar Slidin' them 6's, so we pour out the Wock', huh? She ain't no demon, I feel like a pastor Sick I left ya, huh? You like when I flex like I'm Dexter, huh? (Yeah) You ain't got no bands, can't sit next to ya (no) I stay with that cheese like I'm Chester, huh (huh) My problems gonna touch ya, molester, huh (yeah) Wake up in the morning, get me a bag (bag) I'm workin' and chase them out, pop me some tags (tags) You ain't got no bands, get off your ass (ass) Down bad, how you give a bitch your last? (Last) All of my niggas gonna smart with a mask (mask) On top of those lingers, better do your task (task) Don't you even talk, running play with the jazz (jazz) No Jacksonville, but that Jaguar go fast (fast) What do you mean? I hear what you sayin', but what do you mean? It ain't adding up, nigga, like, what do you mean? Nah, fuck that shit, bitch, I'm finna leave You got me damned, bitch, what do you mean? Nah, dumbass bitch, what the fuck do you mean? Call me Danny 'cause I won me that green Not fuckin' with these niggas, they sayin' I'm mean The chopper 7'2, I call that Kareem I rat-tat-tat-da, then I skrrt off the scene No LeBron, I'm finna carry my team I've been fuckin' with you, you hiding behind the screen Ahem, nigga, where is you at? Walk up to that front door, you finna get clapped They call me Khalil, I stay with that MAC I'm finna smack you, bitch, you better get back
Writer(s): Charlie Braithwaite Hatzigeorgiou Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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