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letra de bing bong - blakeiana

[intro]
(3dawg made this one)

[verse]
only thing i love is money, commas make me h-rny (money fetish)
ghost my last n-gga, he wasn’t doin’ enough for me (bye)
shout out to them b-tches who keep my name in they mouth
just know i’m the big league and you hoes some girl scouts (little-ass girl)
airplane mode, i don’t wanna talk if money ain’t bein’ mentioned (mmm)
thinkin’ she could f-ck with me, this b-tch done lost her senses (lost her mind)
if that n-gga top fire, i’m grantin’ him three wishes
pulled a him on him, now he swear he can’t stand b-tches
pulled a him on him, now he swear he can’t stand hoes (hoes)
my n-gga pull up h-llcat, trackhawk, range rove’ (skrrt)
i’m lookin’ good as h-ll, the f-ck i look like stayin’ inside for? (f-ck i look like?)
skully tee chanaynay, b-tch, i spent a ten on wardrobe (ten)
i get what i want and send these n-ggas off like mail (get outta there)
you can be his peace, ’cause i’m the type to give him h-ll (h-ll)
he thought he had me put up, crazy as h-ll (crazy)
more motion than a lot of n-ggas that’s slangin’ vacuum seal (okay)
y’all might think it’s drip, i just be gettin’ fresh as h-ll (for real)
young raw turnt b-tch, i ain’t takin’ no chill pill (never ever)
all my opps is dead ’cause b-tches can’t be for real (they dead)
if that n-gga f-ck up, i’m gettin’ back in the field (back up in the field)
yeah, yeah, play dumb
i put belt to ass, my n-gga puttin’ dracs to drums (b-tch ass)
i’ma blow some bread for real, i want every crumb
pressin’ p on b-tches always made my days fun
post a pic on insta’, to my dms, n-ggas run (nah, for real)
you might think he’s hot, to me, this n-gga ain’t worth nothin’ (back up, lil’ bruh)
who want smoke with b? they gon’ need another lung (yup)
screamin’, “f-ck ya life,” like i’m from ny, bing bong (dummy)

- blakeiana

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