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no strings attached - burna bandz lyrics

p*ssy don’t run got the beam on his back
i need that money with no strings attached
got a n*gga sitting in the trap cutting crack
your man like to talk tough so he got whacked
i could make a hundred band play oﬀ the zap
he be steady talking bout sh*t he never had
she call me daddy i ain’t even her dad
we living lav but we came from the trap
she give me head i kick back and relax
good aim hit his ass with a head tap
these n*ggas they cap they ain’t speaking the facts
diamonds they box might hit them with the jab
ride for the gang like an uber or a cab
situation came i ain’t never ever crack
young n*gga live the sweet life like zack
young n*gga what he gonna do with that pack
saucin do a hit in alexander mcqueen
shoot a b*tch to what the f*ck do you mean
boy i’m on percys while i’m sippin’ on lean
f*ck her so good yea i made a b*tch cream
put a boy to sleep make him see his dreams
told em f*ck n*ggas not sleep on me
my dog got my back like a motherf*ckin fleet
thirty*eight special a thirty*eight glizz
leave the scene hot like a fresh cup of tea
n*ggas snitching now my dog gotta take the plea
new brick looking like a fresh white tee
tell em free twin tell em free fb
she wanna f*ck make the b*tch say please
got a few racks these balmaine jeans
like 2k every time shoot it’s green
can’t n*gga name a n*gga don’t go hard on my team
vvs diamonds on my neck it gleam
reach and you get put in a russian cream
she got a nice body but her head game mean
she bad might put her in louis supreme
might block the b*tch like my name kareem
lil bro hot head head full of steam
swear to god the cheque the only thing i need
gotta pay for my time ’cause you know it ain’t free
p*ssy don’t run got the beam on his back
i need that money with no strings attached
got a n*gga sitting in the trap cutting crack
your man like to talk tough so he got whacked
i could make a hundred band play oﬀ the zap
he be steady talking bout sh*t he never had
she call me daddy i ain’t even her dad
we living lav but we came from the trap
she give me head i kick back and relax
good aim hit his ass with a head tap
these n*ggas they cap they ain’t speaking the facts
diamonds they box might hit them with the jab
ride for the gang like an uber or a cab
situation came i ain’t never ever crack
young n*gga live the sweet life like zack
young n*gga what he gonna do with that pack
young n*gga what he gonna do with that pack
i used to put overtime in that trap
i’m in the north all my young n*ggas strapped
circle your block and we comin’ right back
pull*up and watch him gone’ run a couple meters
pour up she owin i sip by the litre
lil mama bad i guess she a diva
love is so evol spell that sh*t backwards
i got a dead guy up in my backwoods
i’m movin’ forwards they moving’ backwards
we in the moment they think about after
these n*ggas so phoney guess they some cappers
i’m in the woods like i’m a camper
we get the passport send out a rapper
cash out the trap i bust up his napper
married the game i put a ring her
she gave me bring but she won’t think up
bro he got aim but he won’t think up
watered my chain but you can’t drink up
won’t say a name i never sing bud remixed and i resold it
dis ain’t god gotta cheat code it
p*ssy don’t run got the beam on his back
i need that money with no strings attached
got a n*gga sitting in the trap cutting crack
your man like to talk tough so he got whacked
i could make a hundred band play oﬀ the zap
he be steady talking bout sh*t he never had
she call me daddy i ain’t even her dad
we living lav but we came from the trap
she give me head i kick back and relax
good aim hit his ass with a head tap
these n*ggas they cap they ain’t speaking the facts
diamonds they box might hit them with the jab
ride for the gang like an uber or a cab
situation came i ain’t never ever crack
young n*gga live the sweet life like zack
young n*gga what he gonna do with that pack

- burna bandz lyrics

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