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pardon me - big yba lyrics

[intro]
ayy, look
uh, it ain’t no pressure if i f*cked ’round, hit your ho, then pardon me
ayy, pardon me, it ain’t no pressure, n*gga (ooh, we leavin’ the crew, please for my man taz)
uh, i tell, ayy, look
ayy, look

[chorus]
uh, it ain’t no pressure if i f*cked ’round, hit your ho, then pardon me
ayy, you should know i go too far, leave sh*t in park, don’t start with me (skrrt)
ayy, get up close, you won’t even get no chance spark your heat
ayy, do the most, call out smoke with us, you don’t deserve no peace (uh)
ayy, i f*cked up and lost that drac’, so i cashed out on arps
ayy, remember that ho wouldn’t look my way, now shе wanna f*ck ’cause i got cheese
ayy, she wanna f*ck mе for that bag, but i hope she don’t think sh*t sweet (uh, uh*uh)
ayy, n*ggas out here claim they pushin’ p, but p*ssy and police
[verse]
ayy, we send shots, they go, “what the f*ck is that?” like they was nardo (pah, pah, pah, pah)
ayy, green*tip the 5.56s, b*tches go wherever i go
if i don’t make it with this rap sh*t, i’m gon’ trap it out like pablo (let’s go)
won’t let no sm*t f*ck up my face, won’t catch me cuffin’ on no thot ho (uh)
ayy, we out lurkin’, tryna knock ’em off that block like they legos
ayy, n*gga say he havin’ motion, we finesse him for his peso
i got two arps, but i’m still mad as f*ck about my draco
ayy, matter fact, n*gga, i don’t give no f*ck about that draco (uh)
we glizzied up, got extra chopsticks, got sticks to make them lay low (uh)
these hoes gon’ f*ck just off my face, these n*ggas out here gotta pay those (uh)
don’t wanna see us out that v, these n*ggas scared of me and tadoe
ayy, me and smoke, we got that drop, we on the way, it wasn’t no say so (skrrt)
secure that boy who acting like he still with it, i’m gon’ get with him
they like, eli, you know the mil’ ticket, bro, just chill with it
ayy, we in traffic (bah), bro ‘nem off a pill with it (bah, bah), he wan’ drill n*gga
ayy, like i said before, you still with ’em, then you gon’ still get it
(ayy, like that boy who dropped his top and ducked smoke, i know he still feel)
make me mad, get out that v and dump this chop to make him feel different (skrrt)
bah, bah, bah, bah, mm, mm, mm, mm, i know he still feel

- big yba lyrics

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