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bing bong - blakeiana lyrics

[intro]
(3dawg made this one)

[verse]
only thing i love is money, commas make me h*rny (money fetish)
ghost my last n*gga, he wasn’t doin’ enough for me (bye)
shout out to them b*tches who keep my name in they mouth
just know i’m the big league and you hoes some girl scouts (little*ass girl)
airplane mode, i don’t wanna talk if money ain’t bein’ mentioned (mmm)
thinkin’ she could f*ck with me, this b*tch done lost her senses (lost her mind)
if that n*gga top fire, i’m grantin’ him three wishes
pulled a him on him, now he swear he can’t stand b*tches
pulled a him on him, now he swear he can’t stand hoes (hoes)
my n*gga pull up h*llcat, trackhawk, range rove’ (skrrt)
i’m lookin’ good as h*ll, the f*ck i look like stayin’ inside for? (f*ck i look like?)
skully tee chanaynay, b*tch, i spent a ten on wardrobe (ten)
i get what i want and send these n*ggas off like mail (get outta there)
you can be his peace, ’cause i’m the type to give him h*ll (h*ll)
he thought he had me put up, crazy as h*ll (crazy)
more motion than a lot of n*ggas that’s slangin’ vacuum seal (okay)
y’all might think it’s drip, i just be gettin’ fresh as h*ll (for real)
young raw turnt b*tch, i ain’t takin’ no chill pill (never ever)
all my opps is dead ’cause b*tches can’t be for real (they dead)
if that n*gga f*ck up, i’m gettin’ back in the field (back up in the field)
yeah, yeah, play dumb
i put belt to ass, my n*gga puttin’ dracs to drums (b*tch ass)
i’ma blow some bread for real, i want every crumb
pressin’ p on b*tches always made my days fun
post a pic on insta’, to my dms, n*ggas run (nah, for real)
you might think he’s hot, to me, this n*gga ain’t worth nothin’ (back up, lil’ bruh)
who want smoke with b? they gon’ need another lung (yup)
screamin’, “f*ck ya life,” like i’m from ny, bing bong (dummy)

- blakeiana lyrics

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