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you don't know - ms banks lyrics

aim for your head i don’t hit and miss
b*tch i been popping since bigga fish
got it twisted cah i look nice and sh*t
but you don’t know who you’re f*ckin with
gotta good heart was a bad child
coming from the jungle so i act wild
i got your number but i ain’t dialed
pepper dem i don’t do mild

been done road do street
now i get paid just to speak
any time i fall too deep
always end up back on my feet
always *n*lyze don’t speak
rise to da top sh*ts steep
face and wrist on fleek
got your n*gga acting like a creep

they say i’m top tier they say banks is a elite
he ate me out i sent him back to the streets
don’t want wit it me dem lil hoes can’t compete
chat behind my back when they see me don’t spеak

always got it with me we don’t fight fair
i’ll turn your dream into a nightmarе
a b*tch like me quite rare
you don’t want it with me b*tch don’t get no ideas
face beat white toes hair neat
on smoke even though i skin t**t
most solid in da team concrete
you been shleep but your n*gga wanna jeet
wasssup

face beat white toes hair neat
on smoke even though i skin t**t
most solid in da team concrete
you been shleep but your n*gga wanna jeet

i was getting busy in lasgidi
came a long way from norwich with bare nitties
i don’t wanna look like you no 1 fiddy
my tax already high imma need me like 2 milli

don’t double cross me like dusse
i’ll lift your wig like a toupee
henny got me feeling woozy
don’t f*ck with n*ggas that be talking loosely

i like em 6 foot 6 pack and 6 figures
hit it from the back money make me come quicker
make him say woi like that n*gga d*digga
yeah you got army but my teams way bigger
put in work like there’s 3 of me
could be the 3rd letter, still ain’t seeing me
good p*ssy energy
tryna be my enemy n*gga you ain’t ending me

let’s get sh*t straight i ain’t talking bout a plank
15 years i was rolling widda nank
in da blocks man these b*tches always mentioning my name
how comes i never see you b*tches in the bank
and all you b*tches on some sh*t
like do you really want war or wanna rub on my cl*t
which one is it? it ain’t really hard to admit
like you hate me but deep down you think i’m lit
it’s up and it’s stuck so f*ck with me
doing up arenas yeah i was touring with nicki
b*tches growing wings but this sh*t can get sticky
imma workaholic but i still get busy
k!llin ’em all don’t wanna mend
i ain’t your b*tch i ain’t your friend
if you ain’t dead better pretend
k!ll ’em again
k!ll ’em again
k!ll ’em again

i was at da brits with little mix
different kettle of fish
got it twisted cos i look nice and sh*t
but you don’t know who you f*cking with

don’t make me affi’ talk to my counselor
imma put my hands on ‘er make me affi’ cancel ‘er
don’t intercept don’t interject
if da beat ain’t done i ain’t finish yet

- ms banks lyrics

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