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500k - benji blue bills lyrics

[intro]
five

[verse]
b*tch, i’m way too f*ckin’ hot, 3b trendin’ topic
think that five don’t got guap?, aye, little n*gga stop it, it’s bustin’ out my pockets
my goyard bag and wallet, i’m coppin’ for they drop it, i’m in no rush to pop it
my bank account look stocky, yo’ ex*boyfriend look oppy
my b*tch was born with body, i’m with my five’s prolly
every n*gga that you see with me done k!lled somebody
that mean if you play with me then they gon’ k!ll somebody
b*tch, i’m five stylin’, got em’ nine dialin’
b*tch, i’m four droppin’, aye, big pistol poppin’, aye
b*tch, i’m stove lockin’, my youngin’ do’ lockin’
i’ll get that hoe up out him, aye, get that pole up off him, aye
get that soul up off him, aye
get a score up off him, aye
my n*ggas mob bosses, real shot callin’, 3b triple baller, f*ck mе, cuz my money taller
aye, 3b ain’t gon’ hеsitate to send them night crawlers, listen to your mama and don’t hop off in these streets
think you wontget gunned down, b*tch, d.i.e., if he get caught out of bounds, put his ass to sleep
my young n*ggas step on sh*t with a hundred round, choppa cut through meat
b*tch, don’t even say no words when big five speak
’cause i got this dirty kutta right outside me
p*ssy through your shirt, i can see your heartbeat
i don’t care who they cl!ck up with, they still can’t stop me
why lil’ shorty wanna hate? ’cause i scam routes
and she went to school, she can’t get no bands out
if you suck this d*ck, you might could get a handout
all i do is hit the stage and they fanned out
he was f*ckin’ around with that pig, but he ran out
i can’t even conceal this drac’ cause it hang out
as soon as they pop my door, i try to bang out
you just popped a…*
b*tch, we might could f*ck, i can’t hold your hand though
you just popped a pink pill, what you need a xan for?
b*tch, your boyfriend just got k!lled, what you f*cking mans for?
since we asking questions, b*tch, what you holding out your hand for?
say i popped too many scripts and i’m fried out
say i got f*cked up priorities, but stay at my house
b*tch, i bet you suck this d*ck before i slide out
b*tch, i bet you catch this sh*t like a whiteout
[outro]
b*tch, i’m way too f*ckin’ hot, 3b trendin’ topic
think that five don’t got guap?, aye, little n*gga stop it, it’s bustin’ out my pockets
my goyard bag and wallet, i’m coppin’ for they drop it, i’m in no rush to pop it
my bank account look stocky, yo’ ex*boyfriend look oppy
my b*tch was born with body, i’m with my five’s prolly

- benji blue bills lyrics

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