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medellin’ - pradonyc lyrics

[intro]
this my first track, sh*tten me
*laughs*
*2300 beats goin’ crazy*

[chorus]
we meddlin’
i need me a b*tch with some melanin (fa real)
you n*ggas is b*tches, all feminine
ksubi jeans on
they saggin wit benjamins (benjis)
you better not look for no convo wit me
you deadass irrelevant (facts)
i don’t hold doors till i see yo’ b*tch, i’ll take dat b*tch like a gentleman

[verse 1]
i’m clappin’ her cheeks she complain i ain’t ap
i’m goin ghost, ain’t text her in 8 weeks
might as well call me danny
she wanna link but f*ck it she too deep can’t f*ck wit a groupie
she ask what’s wrong this b*tch think she knew me
you k!llin’ my mood please (ya)
this b*tch really arrogant
all of my diamonds they extravagant
can’t f*ck wit a n*gga who panickin’
tryna f*ck, tell her i ain’t havin’ it (ya ooouu)
n*ggas want smoke but nun ain’t happenin’
yea you could say that again
and she gotta go cuz she need more practicin’
her head is so saddenin’
[bridge]
her ex n*gga mad cuz i make dough (yuh)
i’m stackin racks so i lay low (yuh)
most n*ggas trash can’t switch flows (yuh)
he don’t know my name but he finna know (po)
fake balmains he not low
these b*tches look good but they real slow
she givin’ me face if i say so (facts facts)
can’t wait till i’m up sellin’ out shows

[verse 2]
vvs’s
she want a ring she deserve a necklace
i’m gettin money and he get jealous
b*tches on wing nah i ain’t stressin’
ya mans actin’ funny cuz now he tellin’
a lotta n*ggas who i don’t mess wit
sh*t lookin’ sus now they befriendin’
fake love n*ggas be pretendin’ (ya ya)
she said i love you and i said i love you but i ain’t meant it
no time for no hoe cash all i’m spendin’

[pre*chorus]
cross out my exes, tic tac
he movin’ reckless, get back
actin’ funny fill him wit a big mac
ya b*tch plus my money make a thick stack
after we f*cked, quick tap
she ain’t gimme head get ya b*tch back
[chorus]
we meddlin’
i need me a b*tch wit some melanin (fa real)
you n*ggas is b*tches, all feminine
ksubi jeans on
they saggin wit benjamins (benjis)
you better not look for no convo wit me
you deadass irrelevant (facts)
i don’t hold doors till i see yo’ b*tch, i’ll take dat b*tch like a gentleman

[sample: scooby*doo]
and it would’ve been mine if it hadn’t been for those medellin’ kids
(end)

- pradonyc lyrics

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