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bag chaser - armanibanz!, scammlikeelyy & ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
(hombre)
(renwy got the f*ckin’ sauce, boy)

[verse 1: armanibanz]
big bag chaser, i done ran up ’bout a hundred
i feel like dame in neiman marcus, i just wanna spend some money
all these diamonds on my body got me shinin’ like it’s sunny
huh, never lackin’, boy, don’t run up on me, you a dummy
told ’em, “call me mani [?]” all my yeahs treat me lovely
and my baby get whatever, she won’t put no one above me
since he tryna mind my b’s, chopper make him hit the dougie
and my money tall like shaq, heard thеy pockets be on muggsy
be donе hit him for his green and his gold, he ain’t lucky
my lil’ brother got a shank, chasin’ opps like he’s chucky
if she don’t got no paper, i’ma treat her like she ugly
you know you gotta be a ten or you can’t touch me
i be trippin’ in the pradas or balenciagas
[?] strikers when we slide down, never come in hondas
my favorite tux stay strapped up, so i call her juwanna
me and wigs trippin’, we just poured up in a red ohana
presi on a black man wrist, i’m the new obama
probably do not wanna play with us ’cause that result in trauma
i’ma put him on an island like it’s total drama
eating good with two sticks on me like it’s benihanas
i can make a k!llin’ off of trappin’ if i really wanted
go get to it every day, that’s my new persona
while she was uppin’ bodies, i was runnin’ up these commas
he made a k!llin’ off a white girl like she [?]
[verse 2: scammlikeelyy]
it’s scammlikeelyy and armanibanz
brodie got this beat kickin’ like it’s jackie chan
i can show you how to get some money if you got some fans
this n*gga want a discount but you is not my mans
this n*gga think i won’t k!ll ’cause i rap ’bout scams
i can show you how to do a drill if you got some bands
i heard you signed a new deal but you ain’t get advance
this b*tch think she took a shroom, i got her in a trance
i know she got some good p*ssy, i can tell by the stance
n*ggas know scamm gettin’ money, can tell by the pants
this b*tch got a lot of ass but don’t know how to dance
my b*tch wanna shop for designer so i flew her to france

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
the other day i stuffed twenty thousand in a pair of pants
you lame as h*ll, you ain’t do sh*t when they whacked your mans
i just cash app’ed this b*tch for her hair and hands
moissanite diamonds in your chain, them b*tches don’t dance
i love when she suck the d*ck with no hands
n*ggas broke as sh*t with no money and no plans
you wanna catch a flight for the cheap? you better call scam
you want three*five of some ‘za? you better call gramz
that drac’ got kick on it like jackie chan
whipped this b*tch out, you should’ve seen how fast he ran
i just bought a new arp, it came from pakistan
everytime some sh*t happen ’round this b*tch, we be like, “man”

- armanibanz scammlikeelyy ysr gramz lyrics

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