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the flyest crip - bkandzmb3z lyrics

[intro]
it’s bands n*gga, aye the big 8, the big 3
steppin’ on sh*t all year n*gga, i’m fresh off that wolly
(ohhh, fetti made this)
ya hear me
thirsty for a, ya hear me, beat

[verse]
aye, you ain’t k!ll sh*t, i got faces for every n*gga i caught (faces)
i know n*gga’s tryna k!ll me for every n*gga i shot (3 of em’)
hands dirty, i’m blowin’ every weapon i bought
i be high as f*ck, smokin’ on every n*gga i dropped
we ain’t shooting out the ‘lo, pop door i’m finna walk something (grrrah)
oh he f*ckin’ with them n*ggas? we gon’ pop something (pop, pop)
surfin’ in that car, on my momma, then i’m mob huntin’ (lamb n*gga)
dissin’ in them songs, but on my momma still ain’t drop nothin’ (who he k!lled?)
spinnin’ over choke, spеak on bro, then it’s white chalk
i’m really known for spinnin’, y’all just sound good on that mic pop
i got if for thе low n*gga, shout out to my paisas (that’s the blood)
i’m really in the jungle with lions, apes and pythons
aye, she just want to f*ck me ’cause my vv (bling)
shout out bro, the last skit went viral on the tv
when i went in that hoe, i was thuggin’ on the gp (every fade)
runnin’ all my fades, guaranteed my opps respect me (aye)
stop the car, imma tippy toe (stand on sh*t)
really known for spinnin’, y’all just sound good on them thizzler posts
aye, aye, meek ain’t got no bodies, i can bang that
me and twany slid through that court and i could bang that
four for four, in the same day like, “where y’all hang at?” (pop out)
every time i run into the opps, b*tch i bang that, 8th street
[outro]
3z, fb n*gga (haha)
f*ck y’all talkin’ about
i’m 3 and 0 around this motherf*cker, young top hat
you know, stand on business and all that
in the county in the pen, all that
better ask around boy, that mexican crip n*gga that puts hands on n*ggas
2*3, f.i.p choke, bleezy, fat, saucy
yeah, mane it’s up from here, b*tch

- bkandzmb3z lyrics

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