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angel reese - lil bean lyrics

[intro]
mm, yeah
uh, huh

[chorus]
hold on, let me talk my sh*t, ain’t got no time to think
b*tch get thirsty lookin’ at my neck, it’s water like the sink
b*tch, you want a car, you on the bus, started in an amg
press a b*tton, make that sh*t go fast, it feel like need for speed
i can do this sh*t with ease, brand new hundreds in my jeans
know some b*tches who be holdin’ down the block like angel reese

[verse]
we get in that room, i got her legs open like a v
know a bougie b*tch, she want her hair did in double c
probably out ’til you n*ggas leave, promise i won’t intervene
n*ggas fakе sippin’, say he sippin’ mud, it’s really green
it’s not a dollar unattendеd, it’s pink diamonds in my pendant
i ask brother what’s inside this cup, he told me mind my business
i just bought another chain, i call it venus ’cause it’s tenants
b*tches dumb, i tell her keep it on the low, she want attention
i was deep inside that p*ssy, that sh*t sweet like honey buns
got my sack right, i spent a dozen, put the hundreds up
goin’ crazy, i felt i’m the best that it ever was
know this fn on me plastic, put the metal up
every time these n*ggas count me out, i just level up
i got harriet tubman on me right now, that’s a dub
i just told baby throw it back on me, make me cum
i just told bro if it ain’t the money, it’s puppy love
p*ssy good, i double back, i’m in vegas shootin’ cr*p
she say she a real b*tch, she don’t just fall for double taps
i told brother if i catch the right play, i’m done with rap
‘member i used to really f*ck with broke hoes, i’m done with that
i want money, f*ck the fame, they gon’ say i’m m.i.a
young n*gga, i can make like ten thousand in a day
i just talked to unc’ the other day, he goin’ through some things
he say he gotta live another birthday up in the cage
i don’t love her, i just hit that b*tch to get my racks up
when i was young, yeah, pops was on the corner gettin’ them racks up
in my lane, i just cross them over just like hot sauce
as a kid, was watchin’ ball to block and i was a hot boy
gotta be careful what i’m postin’ now, might make the tabloid
i remember i was broke as f*ck, i had to fast forward
that first pendant piece was out the paint, i had to cram for it
cool n*gga, but if it’s for that sack, i’ll break your hand for it, yeah

- lil bean lyrics

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