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beignets - p-black lyrics

i split a million in ten ways
i f*cked your wife in ten days
i sit back and eat beignets
she tops me cause she got a big brain
i want the nap sack and i need a bad b*tch
i need a bottle and i need some blunts
all on my bag all in my duffy all in my sack
i can’t be touch

i split a million in ten ways
i f*cked your wife in ten days
i sit back and eat beignets
she tops me cause she got a big brain
i want the nap sack and i need a bad b*tch
i need a bottle and i need some blunts
all on my bag all in my duffy all in my sack
i can’t be touch

balling i feel like a laker v.s
on me water i look like a gator
yeah, i buy a house with no neighbors
don’t need no one checking my mail
or my papers. hold on
i’m off the weed and the henny
vsop for my remy
my windows they got to stay tinted
cause i like to hide out from all of my women
yellow b*tch she from seattle
got a cake
she thick with that batter
my sweet tooth be craving her cream
and you know i poked her like a cactus
that is not the matter at hand
a gee and i’m a dapper like dan
this sauce you can’t mix in the pan
sh*t cost to much ain’t no more sharing

i split a million in ten ways
i f*cked your wife in ten days
i sit back and eat beignets
she tops me cause she got a big brain
i want the nap sack and i need a bad b*tch
i need a bottle and i need some blunts
all on my bag all in my duffy all in my sack
i can’t be touch

lil bro loaded a clip in a smith & to me a movie
i promise this sh*t isn’t scripted
shorty stay all up on my phone with that tripping feel
like i got adhd i dont listen
this is that blue magic this sh*t so addictive
soon as i grab it, i bag it and flip it
upgraded my fashion i had to be dripping
this sh*t wasn’t given to me i had to go get it
pop up and i damage her
watch how i pull off in that challenger
told you b*tch i got that stamina
we going to play doctor this d*ck gone examine her
aye
i don’t expect a text and don’t beef on the internet
see my shooters ain’t really too into that
ammunition your head where they send it they
empty the clip and then that’s where we end it at

i split a million in ten ways
i f*cked your wife in ten days
i sit back and eat beignets
she tops me cause she got a big brain
i want the nap sack and i need a bad b*tch
i need a bottle and i need some blunts
all on my bag all in my duffy all in my sack
i can’t be touch

- p black lyrics

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