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the crown - killbunk lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, walk with my b*tch, all alone, oh
yeah, don’t call me, don’t hit my phone, woah
yeah, i done got a bag, drip it in some rick
now she went out sad, it looked like a b*tch
p*ssy n*gga mad, he do not fit in (jordan)
i got these racks [0:13][that was comin’ in ?]

[chorus]
yeah, walk with my b*tch, all alone, oh (uh)
yeah, don’t call me, don’t hit my phone, woah (don’t hit my phone)
yeah, i done got a bag, drip it in some rick
now she went out sad, it looked like a b*tch
p*ssy n*gga mad, he do not fit in
i got these racks [0:27][that was comin’ in ?]
hop on a track, f*ck up the instrumental
like, lil’ baby, what’s your issue?
tryna get my family rich as a b*tch, too
[verse]
hold up, lil’ b*tch, i don’t miss (yeah)
i had to go drop a hit (hit)
these n*ggas still on my d*ck [0:37][?]
i had to go and get rich (yeah)
i’m still be f*ckin’ his b*tch in thе back, n*gga
that n*gga is not on sh*t (yeah)
aim that beretta, p*ssy n*gga, aim at your hеad, n*gga
that sh*t might knock off his sh*t, yeah
okay, running my money up, like every day (day)
i know she wanna f*ck, wanna escape (escape)
i take a hundred up, up in they face (okay)
i’ma listen, they mad, so i know they gon’ hate (yeah)
feelin’ i made it, eatin’ good steak (steak)
two os on this glock, i ain’t sign to drake (drake)
i’m sippin’ on wock’, pourin’ all the drank (drank)
got money, now she wanna f*ck every day (yeah)
shawty sad now, tellin’ me, “stay”
get a bag now, i get a k
yeah, huh, ayy
all of these lil’ n*ggas sayin’, “bunk, okay” (it’s okay)

[bridge]
it’s okay, it’s okay
shawty lay, shawty lay, shawty lay down
keep your head, keep your head, keep your head high
know i’m the man, i’m the man, i’m the d*mn guy
(i love you)
[chorus]
yeah, walk with my b*tch, all alone, oh (uh)
yeah, don’t call me, don’t hit my phone, woah (don’t hit my phone)
yeah, i done got a bag, drip it in some rick
now she went out sad, it looked like a b*tch
p*ssy n*gga mad, he do not fit in
i got these racks [1:33][that was comin’ in ?]
hop on a track, f*ck up the instrumental
like, lil’ baby, what’s your issue?
tryna get my family rich as a b*tch, too

[outro]
yeah

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