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#pesos - armanibanz! lyrics

[intro]
bluskxy
oh my god, ‘mani

[chorus: armanibanz!]
i just dropped a racky on my feet
if it’s ’bout that money, i’m playin’ for keeps
water your block like i had me some skis
pull up your mans, put his ass on a tee
mi*mike amiri jeans, designer fiend
i’m blowin’ these racks like it don’t mean a thing
armani broke, n*gga, what do you mean?
r*run up on me, keep that strap in my jeans

[verse 1: armanibanz!]
r*run up on me, we turn you to a pack
se .45 make that boy take a nap
he talkin’ crazy ’till he got his sh*t cracked
f*f*ck a 9 to 5, i’m in the trap
w*walk into saks and i got me a bankroll
pull up on the opps, i came with my draco
run me my coin, b*tch, i need me them pesos
pour up a four in my blueberry faygo
big bands, n*gga, f*ck that lil’ ‘rari
ain’t finna play with you boys, i ain’t carti
i just f*cked this n*gga b*tch, sorry
jump off the top rope, call me jeff hardy
b*tch, i’m the king of thе jungle, mufasa
he don’t wanna come out, shoot up his casa
watеr on my neck, call me moana
my n*gga from the uk, saw with katanas
pour up that p, man, i’m sippin’ on wandas
silent, all black like the cover of donda
i’m in a srt, you in a honda
all my n*ggas got heat in the whip like a sauna
sippin’ on lean, man, i’m feelin’ great
i can’t stop ’till i see a milli on my dinner plate
she be off the yerkies, she like to perkivate
i really want this sh*t so i be workin’ late
yeah, i need me them [?] just like giannis
i got the straps, they don’t know like adonis
i be real fast in the back, call me sonic
i’m goin’ up, up, up like a rocket
you need some racks, i got this chop, boy, you better get back
my n*gga mia, flippin’ them packs
i got this sh*t but you know [?]
[chorus: armanibanz!]
i*i*i just dropped a racky on my feet
if it’s ’bout that money, i’m playin’ for keeps
water your block like i had me some skis
pull up your mans, put his ass on a tee
mi*mike amiri jeans, designer fiend
i’m blowin’ these racks like it don’t mean a thing
armani broke, n*gga, what do you mean?
r*run up on me, keep that strap in my jeans

[verse 2: slayer77]
we gon’ f*ck sh*t up
we gon’ f*ck sh*t up, yeah
we gon’ f*ck sh*t up
walk in that b*tch and i feel like trippie redd, everyone keep starin’
uh, i don’t give a f*ck if he sorry, my n*ggas will never spare him
and i got him runnin’ like he is a hamster
one looks at me then you gon’ need some pampers
pop a lil’ lock on that n*gga like dancers
i got ’em over here, lovin’ my glamor
takin’ you walk ’round the block like a landlord
i’m here, there’s nothin’ to say more
now that i’m goin’, these n*ggas all hate more
all of these n*ggas, they tryin’ to be me
talkin’ that sh*t, we put you on a cd
[?] classroom, but it’s not bb (it’s not)
f*ck it, uh
let the n*gga out the door like some gds
callin’ me [?], these n*ggas can’t see me
leavin’ my girl, that b*tch is a meanie
i’m in a hut with my jewelers, but we is not weenies
i got a glock with a bb
these n*ggas, they tryin’ to be me, yeah
[outro: armanibanz!]
oh my god, ‘mani
i just dropped a racky on my feet
if it’s ’bout that money, i’m playin’ for keeps
water your block like i had me some skis
pull up your mans, put his ass on a tee
mi*mike amiri jeans, designer fiend
i’m blowin’ these racks like it don’t mean a thing
armani broke, n*gga, what do you mean?
r*run up on me, keep that strap in my jeans
r*run up on me, we turn you to a pack
se .45 make that boy take a nap
he talkin’ crazy ’till he got his sh*t cracked
f*f*ck a 9 to 5, i’m in the trap
w*walk into saks and i got me a bankroll
pull up on the opps, i came with my draco
run me my coin, b*tch, i need me them pesos
pour up a four in my blueberry faygo

- armanibanz lyrics

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