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bad news - burna bandz lyrics

why you actin’ brand new
your b*tch oh yea she choosin’
man you know how we do
you know the squad bad news
stop actin’ brand new
got the sauce ragu
bullets make a n*gga shoo bullets hot like june
front page when we shoot
all that cappin’ ain’t cool he want smoke have a hoot
money coming in while i take a snooze
she don’t ever lie cause lil’ mama the truth
i get so high i get high like the moon
drip on my body everything brand new
glock 19 in the canada goose
ain’t no warning shot you get your head cracked
foreign b*tch blow me like soup
ridin’ dirty two seats in the coupe

she wanna get lit took lil’ mama to gang land
make a n*gga dissapear just like hangman
new opp in the air n*gga it’s name brand
cartier frames i ain’t rockin’ no ray bans
we get that cheque blow a bag we ain’t savin’
chains on my neck like a young n*gga slavin’
you know my young n*ggas love the entertainment
the shots that we givin’ out you cannot chase it
they know the squad they say we bad news
free all my cronem locked in the zoo
me and this nina sticking like glue
it’s a sunny day gotta drop the roof
wass shooters we pull up in the coupe
winter time yeah we aim for your toque
pull up in a ghost i got these n*ggas spooked
big w’s i cannot lose
man these n*ggas ain’t hot like me
baby girl i ain’t ever seen a n*gga with no sauce like me
big racks off white in my off white t
big rackades that’s all i need
my shooters don’t need molly
my shooters full quality
fifty shots that’s a lot on me
she want a wassa your b*tch chose me
why you actin’ brand new
your b*tch oh yea she choosin’
man you know how we do
you know the squad bad news
stop actin’ brand new
got the sauce ragu
bullets make a n*gga shoo bullets hot like june
front page when we shoot
all that cappin’ ain’t cool he want smoke have a hoot
money coming in while i take a snooze
she don’t ever lie cause lil’ mama the truth
i get so high i get high like the moon
drip on my body everything brand new
glock 19 in the canada goose
ain’t no warning shot you get your head cracked
foreign b*tch blow me like soup
ridin’ dirty two seats in the coupe

lil’ b*tch backup
before you talk to me get your racks up
broke boy you still dripping in kappa
i get so high i might take off like nasa
we in the moment ain’t think about after
like the mailman might pack ya
pick a n*gga up with this ladder
and i got shooters like kanter
we in the club we brought like 30 bangers
took his stick he ain’t have one in the chamber
in the trap the fiends i gotta cater
wass gang yeah they know that we major
took his b*tch oh yeah that’s what that drip do
red dot him now he look like a hindu
number 9 he gon’ show what the fifth do
ride around and we coming to get you
man these n*ggas artificial
big dog you n*ggas too little
got what you need come to the trap this dog food ain’t for no pitbull
and my diamonds hitting like jiu jitsu
make his b*tch blow me like a whistle
why you acting brand new lil’ n*gga
i have my wassa take him out like litter
why you actin’ brand new
your b*tch oh yea she choosin’
man you know how we do
you know the squad bad news
stop actin’ brand new
got the sauce ragu
bullets make a n*gga shoo bullets hot like june
front page when we shoot
all that cappin’ ain’t cool he want smoke have a hoot
money coming in while i take a snooze
she don’t ever lie cause lil’ mama the truth
i get so high i get high like the moon
drip on my body everything brand new
glock 19 in the canada goose
ain’t no warning shot you get your head cracked
foreign b*tch blow me like soup
ridin’ dirty two seats in the coupe

- burna bandz lyrics

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