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new heat - pacman da gunman & hit-boy lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah
buy jewelry every few weeks
benjamin long yeah, that’s a blue streak
bad b*tches tagging along, i got some new freaks
every time they see us, they notice we rolling two deep
beamer benz bentleys and porches
with a new heat
if i leave the club with some b*tches
i got a two piece
2 heads better than one we f*ck on louie sheets
blow me down in back of the car
i’m talking amg
b*tch you think you f*cking a star
but i’m from rsc
all money brothers with the biz
i’m talking amb
fly crippin we the ones them b*tches came to see
had a hundred thousand in gold with no appraisal
know these b*tches come and go
so i don’t praise em
n*ggas really hate when you on
this sh*t get dangerous
you can come play if you want
you gone get famous
pac da gunman stone cold
banging neighbors home court
in the streets and we score like the lakers
fat back woods n*ggas smoke like jamaicans
maybachs leather and wood rolling in vegas
state facts forever i’m hood you gotta play this
yeah
[bridge]
buy jewelry every few weeks
benjamin long yeah, that’s a blue streak
bad b*tches tagging along, i got some new freaks
every time they see us, they notice we rolling two deep
beamer benz bentleys and porches
with a new heat
walk in the session hung over
with an s hat
but i post it up on the table
that’s where the gat at
leveled up i sleep in the pent
that’s where the plaques at
me and stone linked up with hit
this where the facts at

[verse 2]
d*mn i wish god can bring my n*gga nip and fatts back
i miss my locs everyday i’m having flashbacks
county jail squabble opps and some jack flaps
high school we had glocks in our backpacks
n*ggas that ain’t cut from this cloth
they ain’t make it
cyber diss get caught in the mall
you gone be aching
30 shots we taping it off it ain’t no aiming
burner put a hole in my draws
my sh*t be baking
i done seen it all behind these locs
n*ggas shady
been real since i was born
i can tell when n*ggas faking
i been smoking lately taking pills in this mercedes
that’s just a couple things to keep a n*gga
from going crazy
[chorus]
yeah
buy jewelry every few weeks
benjamin long yeah, that’s a blue streak
bad b*tches tagging along, i got some new freaks
every time they see us, they notice we rolling two deep
beamer benz bentleys and porches
with a new heat
if i leave the club with some b*tches
i got a two piece
2 heads better than one we f*ck on louie sheets
blow me down in back of the car
i’m talking amg
b*tch you think you f*cking a star
but i’m from rsc
b*tch you think you f*cking a star

- pacman da gunman hit boy lyrics

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