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onnat b!tch - 100roundv!zzy lyrics

[intro]
where the lean at?
where the green at?
where the lean at?

(swoopee this a banger)

[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b*tch
b*tch want me, put the team onnat b*tch
bunch of young n*ggas love to scheme in this b*tch
mixin’ sprite with the f*ckin’ lean in this b*tch
if you gang bang then b*tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f*ckin’ p*ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

[verse]
put that mother f*ckin’ pressure on a n*gga
10 shots, you gone need a f*ckin’ stretcher for a n*gga
b*tch swallowed me like some mothеr f*ckin’ liquor
now she keep askin’ me if i wanna f*ckin’ l!ck her
said no b*tch, you a hoе b*tch
matter fact, get the f*ck up out my home b*tch
give me dome b*tch, get on the floor b*tch
matter fact, stop, drop, roll b*tch
watch me blow a whole f*ckin’ oz
outside, screamin’ f*ck the police
you got to watch n*ggas like a f*ckin’ rollie
cause you could get k!lled by your homie
don’t give a f*ck ’bout how rich a n*gga is
you could have all the money and still be a b*tch
and you claim that you solid but you still snitch
i don’t take your word for it come and show me b*tch
[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b*tch
b*tch want me, put the team onnat b*tch
bunch of young n*ggas love to scheme in this b*tch
mixin’ sprite with the f*ckin’ lean in this b*tch
if you gang bang then b*tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f*ckin’ p*ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

[verse 2]
new jeans, blood stains on em’
n*gga stay flexin’ i’ma hit a stain on em’
got a check called my lil homie, put a chain on em’
put a check on your neck, f*ck it let it spray on em’
police pull us over, put the ounce in my drawers
all i ever do is break the mother f*ckin’ law
i’ma have bro hack yo mother f*ckin’ cash app
b*tch do me dirty, pull this draco out my backpack
for all you hatin’ n*ggas wanna talk sh*t
got a chopstick, and h*lla youngin’s lovin’ to chop sh*t
you with the opps then you a opp too
f*ck leek he can meet this f*ckin’ mop too
you were my n*gga man you was my cousin folk
you hangin’ with the other side you’s a f*ckin’ hoe
b*tch i’m way too cold like a eskimo
let me know when you finna have my f*ckin’ dough
[chorus]
glock 17 with a beam onnat b*tch
b*tch want me, put the team onnat b*tch
bunch of young n*ggas love to scheme in this b*tch
mixin’ sprite with the f*ckin’ lean in this b*tch
if you gang bang then b*tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f*ckin’ p*ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

glock 17 with a beam onnat b*tch
b*tch want me, put the team onnat b*tch
bunch of young n*ggas love to scheme in this b*tch
mixin’ sprite with the f*ckin’ lean in this b*tch
if you gang bang then b*tch throw it up
love gettin’ money and pourin’ a double cup
love f*ckin’ p*ssy and countin’ the numbers up
tried quittin’ drugs i can’t, i guess i’m stuck

- 100roundvzzy lyrics

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