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trick - bandgang javar lyrics

trick lyrics
[verse 1: stunna girl & bandgang jizzle p]
i’m a cut above the movers and the shakers
i be breaking them pockets, [?] all the real money makers
you a lil n*gga, you be [?] for sh*t
n*gga i’m boss statis, baby, this ain’t regular sh*t
i ain’t never in my life beg for sh*t
i [?] then i pass it to the clique
[?] in my city i’m the sh*t
just touched back from cali, now i’m charging for this d*ck
and i’m charging for this cl*t, n*gga, run me my hundreds
but you’s a broke boy, i’m way out your budget
imma keep you around, even though i’m out your league
cause your chump change [?] paying for my [?]
jizzle p, that’s my name, you know i keep a check
but i ain’t spending sh*t on you, you gon still throw it back
[?] eyes, [?] pulling out her tracks
kick her to the curbe for talking crazy out her neck

[verse 2: bandgang javar & pretty brayah]
b*tch i ain’t bout to trick on you
[?] i ain’t bout to spend a cent on you
[?] hoes in the [?], while i sit back watching
they bring that chicken back, like they went grocery shopping
na n*gga, you [?] you ain’t know sh*t
and everytime you get this p*ssy, you be on [?]
if i decide to show my ass, b*tch, you gon l!ck
and since you talking big crazy, suck your own d*ck
[?] you always say the silliest sh*t
you got some nerve, asking e to give you a slip
you was on fire [?] stand by you [?]
[?] i care if you behind [?]
n*gga behind [?] what? i ain’t behind on sh*t
and all them hoes that you f*cking, probably burning the d*ck
talking heavy, knowing damb well you cum too quick
eat my ass lil n*gga, you ain’t good for sh*t
[verse 3: bandgang javar]
[?] these hoes, get to talking all roudy
[?] bags and [?] cloudy
me, i count a check, and my jewler just drown me
gold presidential 41, that’s [?]
b*tch, you got some nerve, out here f*cking with the [?]
talking to me crazy, wearing that fake ass belt
disrespecting me, that’s what get a b*tch [?]
pimp smacking [?] b*tches on the shelf

[verse 4: pretty brayah]
and i love when n*ggas flex, i’m that b*tch with the bands
brag about a rollie, that belong to your mans
i dare a p*ssy n*gga, raise his motherf*cking hands
i’ll c*ck this b*tch back, and leave a n*gga where he stand
ride his face while he laying, [?] b*tch you [?]
on any given day, i throw this ass, you would’ve caught it
[?] l!ck it on my cycle, you acting like you didn’t like it
b*tch, your tongue was my tampon, n*gga, blow me if i’m lying

[verse 5: bandgang jizzle p]
b*tch, you know better than that
i make you tap out, like a wrestling match
call animal control, i be abusing the cat
b*tch, you [?] better than that
i have that b*tch [?] for me
you couldn’t even f*ck her off hennisy
heard my old hoes was sneak dissing me
if you ain’t tryna f*ck, don’t say sh*t to me
[verse 6: stunna girl]
i’ll take [?] from no n*gga
i’m just a better version of a gold digger
he gon rub my fetet, he gon take me out to eat
he gon [?] but i still ain’t gon speak
n*gga sweet, every day of the week, i’m on fleek
every day of the week, i’m on fleek
pull up on my other n*gga, and wake him out his sleep
he know i’m a cheater, but he still ain’t gon creep

- bandgang javar lyrics

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