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bean squad - bean squad lyrics

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(intro)
bang bang n-gga what’s good? bang bang n-gga
bean squad for life n-gga, f-ck wit me
bean squad baby, washu gon do?
huh boii? boooiiii?

(cobain and bean squad)
(cobain and bean squad)
whoa whoa whao
(cobain and bean squad)
whoa whoa whoa, stop that track, stop that track!
(cobain and bean squad)
stop it!

this is dj hollowsmirk
(dj hollowsmirk on the track now)
start that track from the top, start it from the absolute top!

(bow)

(verse 1)
(ratchet luke)
wild child, i’m a wild boy
smoke stank loud, suck my almond joy
shout out to my tho, and lil’ tunechi on death row
hear the block go bang bang
your b-tch sell her puntang
i know you like this trill rap
i’m sucka free, straight boom bap
low low, my eyes ch-nked, cuban linked, my diamonds pink
sell d straight from da trap
yo girl look like riff raff
you know that our sh-ts real
like that stainless is steal
gold bricks, bean squad, yung diamond, yung god
the new lords, you old gods
smell that sh-t, bear squad
bean squad stay straight flexin’
ugly n-ggas, gettin’ arrested
strapped, illuminati, g2, 12 gauge shotty
you know that i am, the prettiest n-gga
some come check out my bank, i got ten figures. n-gga

(you heard him n-gga, he got ten figures, n-gga. what’s good n-gga?)

(verse 2)
(yung diamond)

yung die-a-und
it’s cold as sh-t in my pants right now
iced out,(burr) money, (burr) money’s in my pockets

conbain & bean squad, yo b-tch you hot sauce
i come out with top 40’s & all i got is bean squad
p-ssy -ss bear squad ya’ll b-tch queefs on point
rachet luke and diamond are stinkin’ up the whole joint
i got $2.50, in quarters, nickels & dimes
come at me momma, got rap down like drama
& now bubba wants to owe me to be real brr!
i do baby fashion at the gap, it keeps me weird
now i’m rollin’ out crisp (brr!)
my b-tch c-cked in vera w-ng
quarter g sales got me splitting’ like tunchi
you think yo cool, well i smell like doongie
beans down with the boom bap
bow down to the new trap
tight fit supreme hoodie, lots of money on my lap

(outro)
yea, ya’ll know what that was, that was a
d-d-d-d-d-dj hollowsmirk, exclusive

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