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blade - bartbourne lyrics

posted in the coupe i’m in zanabar
she think she older but we ain’t far apart
stop all that wolfin you ain’t going far
n*gga a brokie he ain’t got no car
stay with the aim like i’m shooting darts
stop worrying about me n*gga play your part
top of this sh*t i’m going to mars

yea
you know what i do i’m aiming for the k!ll
that boy a bummy he ain’t got a bill
n*ggas be ass like the buffalo bills
gotta work on the weekend
yo b*tch a stalker she gon keep on peeking
my n*gga will snipe a n*gga up for no reason
gotta bring back a win for the whole team
f*ck what they heard n*gga it ain’t what it seems
aim at his top with a f*cking beam
f*ck all that sh*t n*gga i’m stacking my greens
i’m on a vacay yea i’m overseas
i ain’t gon stop til my opps begging please
give a f*ck about that n*gga, give a f*ck out his dreams
yea i deliver his head in the mail
he tried to play me but that n*gga he failed
all it takes n*gga is one call
i ain’t gon stop he bleeding on the walls
n*ggas be pesty like a f*cking wasp
can’t trust n0body they dropping the ball
i’m watching tv gravity falls
way to the loot b*tch i’m at the top
curse you a b*tch yo group chat dead
he stealing n*ggas members because his sh*t dead
we know you a b*tch we know you desperate
get all over crazy & take yo meds
i do what i do but you do what you can
quit listening to him he ain’t got no fans
long overdue he tried to make amends
that b*tch made i beat up her mans
talking that sh*t we can go band for band
yea woah

she claim that she miss me
keep a buck 50, got a glock i keep it with me
ain’t touching that b*tch i ain’t f*ckin wit whitney
how many racks you got n*gga, n*gga i got like plenty
he got a gun but he ain’t gonna shot
my n*ggas some bandits we taking yo loot
run up yo crib n*gga taking yo loot
i got the time today so n*gga you gotta move
feel like a celeb sitting at the front door
i got the k!llers posted at the front door
stop wasting my time can’t f*ck wit no dumb hoe
they tryna tell me i’m doing the most
this ain’t no soccer i’m scoring a goal
feel like i’m marshawn lynch in beast mode
wanna have my job n*gga you sold
f*ck out my sections yea you gotta go
got some n*ggas out here feining for meal
talking that sh*t night you can get k!lled
n*ggas be broke only got dollar bills
throwing a dot yea i feel like o’neil
n*gga he a rat he blew up the spot
wait for the next sign n*gga got popped
ain’t letting sh*t slide i keep it on lock
he ain’t from the trenches he don’t cook noodles on a pot
yea woah

- bartbourne lyrics

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