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banana peel - $anodefecta lyrics

[jacob verse]
b*tch got some fillers in her lip, she got lipo
how yo’ whole gang get cleaned up? sad ride home
made it from cali to florida, i’m driftin’ time zones
you might get blinded by the bracelet, these the rhinestones
how you gon’ ask me for a one, and yo’ glock showin’?
shut the f*ck up dumb b*tch, i’m off the wock potion
all my players come together, you know it’s a mean motion
how the f*ck you 5’6 and 23? you is not growin’
hop over the line like polamalu, and yo’ chain stolen
i like my b*tches quiet, so i know that they not gon’ squеal
dumb f*ck just crashed the f*ckin’ v, slid on banana peel
why the f*ck you laughin’ ’round mе? i’m not key & peele
clutchin’ on that iron, in the other hand a stainless steel
why the f*ck you lyin’, put yo main b*tch on my highlight real
high just like i’m flyin’, but you know that i’m just standing still
my ex b*tch out the way, i got some room to fill
i like my b*tches bad, they all be brazilians
oh ya ex he got a gun? guess what? i’m not scared of him
you can’t cut up, dumb f*ck. you in the right lane
p*ssy need to learn a new sk!ll, he in the wrong game
got my b*tches doin’ sh*t for cash like it’s squid game
b*tch you know that i am the best, ya other man lame
hottest in the city, everybody know my d*mn name
walkin’ with a limp, my pocket full of the ben franks
b*tch you know i’m not soulja boy, i keep a d*mn crank
you be in the club throwin’ *ss, spilled my d*mn drank
you on insta totin’ fake guns, that’s a d*mn shame
hold that thing sideways, don’t need to aim
ridin’ foreign whips, yeah we pull up like the autobots
shawty roll up everywhere, she a “auto*thot”
she ask me if she the only one, i said “probably not”
they say “$ano, you a great artist, but you never drop”
[noah verse]
yo girl listen to my music, call me mclovin
cook my food on my mic, i got two ovens
everybody eat, just be patient. all the food comin’
came up real quick, i was shocked. it was too sudden
everything was fake, all i needed was the evidence
saw that lamb truck on yo story, knew you rented it
changed the rap game, they gon’ listen to my influence
pay attention, hope you understand every reference
trackhawk road runnnin’, you in a veloster
you ain’t on the team, man i checked the whole roster
goin’ up, need to go higher. bought a helicopter
when the gang walk in the room, you gon’ have to fix yo posture
needed to relax, booked a room at the four seasons
tell me why yo music ain’t trash, i need more reasons
up thirty*one, man i love whoever score*keepin’
never lost a case, you won’t ever catch me court cheatin’
mummified his back, got him runnin’ to the chiro’
ballin’ with the heat, down in miami. call me pyro
no tsaziki, but we wrapped him up just like a gyro
you said you made a hunnid k, think them zeros typos
independent, i ain’t never put my soul on ebay
never runnin’ late, go a hunnid on the freeway
dunkin’ on his head, had to give that boy an east bay
runnin’ laps around yo favorite rapper like a relay
you still makin’ trash music? man, that’s mind*blowin’
wanna see a couple thousand, i wouldn’t mind showin’
one day, i’ma be the best. that’s just time goin’
got the world behind my music, that’s why mine growin’
poppin’ out on the scene, got my vleigh showin’
make money everyday, man you stay loanin’
bust down, patek on my wrist and it’s two*tonin’
stop takin’ all my lines, man you stay quotin’

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