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ain't nothing sweet - burna bandz lyrics

[verse 1: burna bandz]
bro said he seen it so crossover
i brought the glock 26 kyle korver
get the bag gone never been a h**rder
grind like my favourite baller it was richie porter
aye, i’m a bad sport won’t pass i’ma score
fill the dome wit’ the [?]
ridin’ that b*tch like i stole it
bus down your block like it’s gordon
hoppin’ out and we approach ’em
he best be prayin’
i’m hopin’ these glizzy’s gon’ burn him and toast him
and the trap steady open
dope in the pot look like lotion
water on me from the ocean
he wanna ball i’ma coach him
we doin’ drills wit’ no coachin’
she wanna rock all my ice just to post it
all day countin’ dirty money man i ain’t even soap it
n*ggas they b*tches i know this, i keep my savages closest
try to figure out who’s real from who’s fake like a young n*gga got psychosis
if it’s one man they bring out it’s explosives
this ain’t the nba but the lil’ b*tch say i’m chosen
diamonds they hittin’ like hogan
fifth strike knock ’em all down like bowling, mhmm
[chorus: burna bandz]
told a lil’ n*gga ain’t nothin’ sweet
told a lil’ n*gga ain’t nothin’ sweet
boy don’t gamble wit’ your life
you know my n*ggas play for keeps
she f*ck me and press machine
money talk it ain’t cheap
or she want burna’s tweet
they undercover not the sheet

[verse 2: supawassi]
told that lil’ b*tch ain’t sh*t sweet
when you suck don’t use your t**th
glock .45 don’t like neens
came up trappin’ wit’ the fiends
i make money in my dreams
and i rock thousand dollar jeans
[?] the cup don’t spill my lean
my neck water vv’s
gucci sneaks they cost a g
take your life just like it’s free
plug on the board like got it neat
don’t look down you in the streets
these n*ggas ain’t shooters they aim for knees
my wrist icy you can ski
i get the bag and then i leave
couple b*tches say i’m mean
’cause ain’t sh*t sweet lil’ ho’
i get the bag and then i go
only money convos on this phone
if it ain’t racks then get dial tone
told m sav to aim for his nose
my n*ggas doin’ time they pose
i got birds in the air they cro/crow’s
i got hittas east to west coast
[chorus: burna bandz]
told a lil’ n*gga ain’t nothin’ sweet
told a lil’ n*gga ain’t nothin’ sweet
boy don’t gamble wit’ your life
you know my n*ggas play for keeps
she f*ck me and press machine
money talk it ain’t cheap
or she want burna’s tweet
they undercover not the sheet

[verse 3: tax hard]
she a freak she nothin’ special
askin’ me don’t take it gentle
bent her over made her tremble
i fold her legs into a pretzel
she beggin’ me on her knees
i told her ain’t nothin’ sweet
waistline she felt that metal
head game will make you mental
she f*cked me and burna bandz
she expectin’ couple bands
yeah right but i sauced it up
gave her notes still tossed it out
gave her the boot i tossed her out
she a freak she wanted clout
take about her man comin’ bring him through i’ll run him down
supawassi in the cut, she came back and gave it up, ah
couldn’t hold back when she came and backed it up
she got sk!ll it turned hectic
ass shakin’ she’s impressive
plan b i get my rest in
i beat it up no domestic
[chorus: burna bandz]
told a lil’ n*gga ain’t nothin’ sweet
told a lil’ n*gga ain’t nothin’ sweet
boy don’t gamble wit’ your life
you know my n*ggas play for keeps
she f*ck me and press machine
money talk it ain’t cheap
or she want burna’s tweet
they undercover not the sheet

- burna bandz lyrics

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