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letra de balmain - bbsavij

[intro]
ayy
yuh
-oh yeah [?] this the one right here-
yuh
hey
bb
yuh yes
now thats a way of destruction thats easy on the eye

[chorus]
these ain’t balmain n-gga these some rasta’s
smokingg og swervin in a fast car
lil n-gga you better not act hard when i let this mac off you gon run like a trackstar
up in the trap we gotta get these packs off
if im gon k!ll him imma keep my mask off
bood up off the earth i feel like imma blast off
when she ride the d-ck tho its fast like a nascar
im a flexin finesser
bayboys them n-ggas next up
get you clippеd hit him with the suppressor
my pockets full likе clothes up in the dresser

[verse]
back in the day i ain’t have sh-t but boy i flexed up
remember i was broke as sh-t i got my check up
n-ggas act like they want smoke dont make me wreck sumn
gang swervin back to back until we catch up
drop a n-gga like a n-gga up here droppin dimes
he start talkin real funny we gon knock out his mind
thats the pole we got a mac aim at them dotted lines
check a n-gga like some nikes if he outta line
run up a check
im tryna ice up my neck
i want a fellipe patek
gotta k!ll on my rep
b-tches got caught with no tech
police say he’s a threat
im tryna hit me a backend
hit the trap from the back end
grrbow thats a mac 10
we dont rap i ain’t cappin
the one and only bbsavij
im tryna run up my rackets
get a pole yea im taxing
pour a 4 now im active
couple racks in a matress
i got money with the carrots
i heard that you talk everyday like you knew pull up in the sky like a parrot
b-tches just talkin they only be rappin
we gon raise they spirits
i ain’t tryna hit it
run off on the plug they say im athletic
send him to the medic
we pull up we shootin the tech
send that boy to a new planet
ain’t no pimpin
pull up on that boy and im totin a cannon
these n-ggas say that im a medic
push start and we reving
go get to the bread like a snake
my n-ggas shoot do no fitness
[chorus]
these ain’t balmain n-gga these some rasta’s
smokingg og swervin in a fast car
lil n-gga you better not act hard when i let this mac off you gon run like a trackstar
up in the trap we gotta get these packs off
if im gon k!ll him imma keep my mask off
bood up off the earth i feel like imma blast off
when she ride the d-ck tho its fast like a nascar
im a flexin finesser
bayboys them n-ggas next up
get you clipped hit him with the suppressor
my pockets full like clothes up in the dresser

- bbsavij

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