letra de wdym? - armanibanz!
wdym? lyrics
[verse 1]
(bluskxy)
(look!)
i-i-i rob that bank, yeah wassup?
[?], yeah that’s still the goat
b-tches on b-tches, i can’t even fold
i got diamonds on my wrist, my sh-t be so cold
“armani, how are you doin?”, i’m doing great
i’m just godd-mn baked, man i feel like an ape
i be minding mine, so how the f-ck did you hate?
i heard you talkin’, now that boy betta escape
[chorus]
what do you mean?
i hear what you sayin’ but, what do you mean?
it ain’t adding up n-gga like, what do you mean?
nah f-ck that sh-t b-tch, i’m finna leave
you got me d-mned b-tch, what do you mean?
nah dumbass b-tch, what the f-ck do you mean?
call me daddy cause i won me that green
not f-ckin’ with these n-ggas, they sayin’ i’m mean
they droppin’ 7’s, till’ i call up kyrie
i rat-tat-tat-da, thеn i skrrt off the scene
no lеbron, i’m finna carry my team
i’ve been f-ckin’ wit you, you hiding behind the screen
ahem, n-gga, where is you at?
walk up to that front door, you finna get clapped
they call me khalil, i stay with the mac
[verse 2]
i’m finna smack you b-tch, you betta get back
she be grippin’ on my d-ck like a all star
i ain’t into rap lil’ b-tch, i’m a rockstar
slidin’ them 6’s, so we pull out the [?]
she ain’t no demon, i feel like a pastor
sick i left ya, huh?
you like when i f-ck like i’m dexter, huh?
you ain’t got no bands, can’t sit next to ya’
i stay with that sh-t, she’s like a chaser, huh?
my problems gonna touch ya, molester yah’
wake up in the morning, get me a bag
i’m workin’ and chase them out, pop me some tags
you ain’t got no bands, get off your ass
around that, how you give a b-tch your last?
all of my n-ggas gonna smart with a mask
on top of those lingers, betta do your task
[?], pose with the jazz
[?]
[chorus]
what do you mean?
i hear what you sayin’ but, what do you mean?
it ain’t adding up n-gga like, what do you mean?
nah f-ck that sh-t b-tch, i’m finna leave
you got me d-mned b-tch, what do you mean?
nah dumbass b-tch, what the f-ck do you mean?
call me daddy cause i won me that green
not f-ckin’ with these n-ggas, they sayin’ i’m mean
they droppin’ 7’s, till’ i call up kyrie
i rat-tat-tat-da, then i skrrt off the scene
no lebron, i’m finna carry my team
i’ve been f-ckin’ wit you, you hiding behind the screen
ahem, n-gga, where is you at?
walk up to that front door, you finna get clapped
they call me khalil, i stay with the mac
i’m finna smack you b-tch, you betta get back
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