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nyc 2 the 305 - tanboys lyrics

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[hook: bonnie b]
nyc to the 305
all my b-tches keep it tight
sip hennessey, drunk every night
and you know we puff that la
b-tches want the finer things, jump on the d-ck
twerking up in kod, hitting them licks
niggas out here trapping, put in work with the wrist
tan bricks, tanboys, that gangster shit

[verse 1: bodega bamz]
driving down miami beach, dade county
got me feeling like mike lowrey
if i was picking and choosin’, i’d tell her blow me like hootie
if she can p-ss the audition then we could star in a movie
yeah yeah girl jump on the d-ck
yeah yeah girl come on the d-ck
i’ma pull on your hair, i’ma bite on your tits
‘cause i know you love that shit
tell your girls why you call me, “papi”
never gotta give you no molly
tell that b-tch, “ride like ducati,” and you could scream like you dyin’
but i ain’t really tryin’ to hurt yo’ body
b-tches be sayin’ that i’m nasty
after i hit it i’m only payin’ for the taxi
6 am, everybody getting up
no better feeling than this morning nut, nigga

[hook: bonnie b]
nyc to the 305
all my b-tches keep it tight
sip hennessey, drunk every night
and you know we puff that la
b-tches want the finer things, jump on the d-ck
twerking up in kod, hitting them licks
niggas out here trapping, put in work with the wrist
tan bricks, tanboys, that gangster shit

[verse 2: kanary black]
tell bonnie i got blunts for her
a nigga act up, get cut for it
i’m trapping, the fiends call me, “oye”
the trap house it look like a snow day
you could tell this nigga from the rock
work getting bagged up, them bricks getting chopped
stacking that paper, this pack not gon’ flop
when my niggas come they gon’ come for your top
got a tan flag in my pocket
told her i’m a tan boy and she popped it
not only me, for the whole team
she proved to us that she was ’bout it
give ’em a little they gon’ ask for more
i curve ’em and tell ’em to come to my show
my mom is so happy, she heard i’m on stage
my b-tch is so happy, she give me that brain
i’d rather be back in the pen than be broke when i’m grown
i’m in my throne, all in my zone
had to cop out on the fo’
you owe me some money i’ll knock on yo’ do’
tanboys moving tan bricks
tell the whole world i’m on my d-mn shit
you a opp nigga, you get a d-mn clip
[?] cop guns, they don’t jam quick

[hook: bonnie b]
nyc to the 305
all my b-tches keep it tight
sip hennessey, drunk every night
and you know we puff that la
b-tches want the finer things, jump on the d-ck
twerking up in kod, hitting them licks
niggas out here trapping, put in work with the wrist
tan bricks, tanboys, that gangster shit

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