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mns - armanibanz! lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, woah*oh
ha*ha
(hey, it’s quiet!)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i pull up in that lil’ foreign, yeah, that droptop
p*pull up on your block, make y’all n*ggas hit the cha*cha
why you talkin’ all that bullsh*t, n*gga, all i hear is blah*blah
you is not my slime, bust your sh*t, it look like pasta

[verse]
bi*b*tch, put all of your feelings aside
i ain’t one of them, b*tch i’m one of a kind
p*pull up on me, you wanna meet the slimes
my b*tch she a ten, i only f*ck with dimes
take off my hoodie and jump out the roof (out the roof)
you think you gon’ k!ll me, must be off the goop
my n*ggas some shooters but they cannot hoop (they can’t hoop)
keep flexin’ that glocky, show me what it do (what it do)
m*make no sense, nah, it don’t even make no sense
nah b*tch, it don’t make no sense
m*make no sense, it don’t make no sense
it’s all good to you but it make no sense
make no sense, it don’t make no sense (yeah, yeah)
here come the opposition, hop out that trench (trench)
pull up on the opps, hop out the whip (the whip)
my n*ggas don’t play, them n*ggas stay on ten (on ten)
no beyblade, but the choppa, let it rip (let it rip)
yeah, they call me ayo ’cause i stay with that drip (uh*huh)
mi*mink coat got me lookin’ like a pimp (like a pimp)
and my pockets be stuffed so i walk with a limp (wit’ a limp)
you and your kin is some b*tch*ass n*ggas
my n*ggas got paper, we some rich*ass n*ggas
c*caught you lackin’, you a [?]*ass n*gga (ha*ha)
how you tell on your mans? you a snitch*ass n*gga
my n*ggas got all the loot, no fortnite, but my n*ggas really look like some llamas
my shooter rock a turban when he blow that b*tch, so we call that lil’ n*gga osama (osama)
presidential watch on my wrist, ridin’ through the city, it’s just me and obama
choppa make that n*gga take a breath (take a breath), we done turned that p*ssy into a comma
[chorus]
i*i pull up in that lil’ foreign, yeah, that droptop
p*pull up on your block, make y’all n*ggas hit the cha*cha
why you talkin’ all that bullsh*t, n*gga, all i hear is blah*blah
you is not my slime, bust your sh*t, it look like pasta

[outro]
m*make no sense, nah, it don’t even make no sense
nah b*tch, it don’t make no sense
m*make no sense, nah, it don’t make no sense
it’s all good to you but it make no sense
make no sense, it don’t make no sense
here come the opposition, hop out that trench
pull up on the opps, hop out the whip
my n*ggas don’t play, them n*ggas stay on ten
no beyblade, but the choppa, let it rip
yeah, they call me ayo ’cause i stay with that drip
mi*mink coat got me lookin’ like a pimp
and my pockets be stuffed so i walk with a limp
you and your kin is some b*tch*ass n*ggas
my n*ggas got paper, we some rich*ass n*ggas
c*caught you lackin’, you a [?]*ass n*gga
how you tell on your mans? you a snitch*ass n*gga

- armanibanz lyrics

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