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letra de 16 / rag3 - lil bil (usa)

[song 1]
and i really been a solo
so broke, heart broke, heartache
blood bleeding on my shirt now
i’m the newest in the town
hey bro
trying to remember if they really done with me
now i’m ‘lone now
solo days now but isn’t the plan now
say hey
hey
b-tch is so bad in some way

[song 2]
posted up i’m just going to ball up in my lane (broke my heart now you gone now)
thirty thousand dollars going to cope me a new link
can’t go out my house ’cause there’s some sh-t i can’t obtain
if you listen then they know that bil lil who be out the bank
i just want my whips be special
i won’t give no girls no handouts
i don’t really even ball like enzo
step back, three pointer call me harden
i’m like the knicks i ball in a garden
if i’m getting rich you know i’m balling
ten k all up on my neck that’s still some real diamonds (countin the dough when i sing) (yeah, yeah)
[song 3]
ice on my neck, ice on my wrist
i can not talk to you b-tch
i am so done playin games
all of these b-tches the same
really goin’ run up my sh-t
run up my sh-t like i’m sonic
run it up just like i’m sonic
isn’t this sh-t so ironic
robot made me i’m bionic
run up my sh-t like i’m sonic
run up my sh-t like i’m sonic
these b-tches started to panic
listen to all of my music
saucy b-tch, yeah, i’m too sick
you’re lil’ hoe, yeah, she too thick
sn-tch you’re girl, now you my chick
snipe that b-tch like i’m john wick
started running now im too quick
she be shaking ass up on tiktok
yeah, little shorty with the flip flops

[song 4]
yeah, ooh
thirty on my neck, that’s big bank
on b-tch you want to fight
and lil’ b-tch be counting hundreds and just throw ’em up for life
2k not a mother f-cking game, i want that ice
you can’t even pull up on me got that b-tch who super nice
hundred thousand dollars in miami in one night
i can’t even wake up on you, p-ssy b-tch be gone that night
30 thousand dollars in one mother f-cking night (ba, ba, ba, ba, ba)
[song 5]
feeling the dough when i spend (slatt)
feeling the dough need a hand (slime)
feeling the dough with my man’s (ba, ba)
feeling the dough need some bands (ba, ba)
feeling i don’t need a wallet (slatt, that)
feeling i don’t need a man’s (man’s)
feeling i don’t need some bands (bands)
feeling a don’t need my hands (hands)
feeling i don’t need no gas (gas)
feeling the dough need a man’s (man’s)
feeling the dough need a ransom (ransom)
feeling the dough get me man’s (man’s)
feeling the dough get me man’s (man’s)
feeling the dough get me fans (fans)
feeling the dough get me ransom (ransom)
feeling the dough with the hands (hands)
feeling the –

[song 6]
hoping right out of the lamb
little b-tch love me, like a beaver built dams
trying be sneaky but you caught me on cams
seven thousand dollars on a b-tch, go fast
she a young b-tch but she got a lot of yams
seven thousand dollars on a b-tch, go fast
never say no though
b-tch got put up on p-rn in the photo
[song 7]
i know i can’t see sh-t (100 thousand dollars for a b-tch now im solo)
diamond on me like b b-tch
i can not f-ck with these hundred fifties on my mother f-ckers
i can’t bundle you’re b-tches
i come in and i bag ’em and then go and f-ck all on you’re family
talk to my family
you can not say that you done with me
i want that b-tch to go and unfollow me
none of these b-tches outside of me
one hundred legs like a centipede
no one want to f-ck, i wonder why they ain’t f-ck with me
i want a b-tch, now young b-tch f-ck with me
i want a hundred on me like money
trying to f-ck with me lil’ b-tch it ain’t funny
all of these b-tches hop around like a bunny
i want a hundred on me like gunnie
i want a b-tch like gunna
fifty, one hundred, new benz
go talk my sh-t, i should of
feel like young bil, b-tch im back bro
take off all this sh-t i need my fifty on the facts though
[outro]
(nightclub)
(erika, erika is that you?)

- lil bil usa

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