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letra de oms - mel bang.

[intro: mel bang.]
bangworld!

[chorus]
i’m wit’ two blonde b-tches keep a bluenose know the pedigree (yeah, yeah)
two phones juggin’ and my pockets full of celery
new stones glisten diamonds dancin’ on my wrist (wrist, wrist)
two tone fn if u try me on that sh-t
i’m wit’ two blonde b-tches keep a bluenose know the pedigree (yeah, yeah!)
two phones juggin’ and my pockets full of celery (flex)
new stones glisten diamonds dancin’ on my wrist (on my wrist)
wit’ that two tone fn if u try me on that sh-t
(i’m on my sh-t, ayy!)

[verse 1]
lately i been feeling caged in (caged in)
i been way too busy i can’t link my main b-tch (nah)
gettin thru the pack i make dinero when it flip (flip)
whip the pot ’til its gretzky on my wrist (wrist, yea)
red foreign b-tch she got her body did (body did)
she don’t wear no panties but she wear chanel
diving right up in that lake keep it her sh-t on drip
she kissin on her bestie but she call her sis
in the drop drop the top but they want my head (want my head)
spin the block no no ops they can’t catch me slippin (no, no)
red rum if my sons they don’t eat first
i run it up, run it up ’til my feet burn
[chorus]
two blonde b-tches keep a bluenose know the pedigree (feet burn)
two phones juggin’ and my pockets full of celery (yeah)
new stones glisten diamonds dancin’ on my wrist
two tone fn if u try me on that sh-t
two blonde b-tches keep a bluenose know the pedigree (yeah, yeah!)
two phones juggin’ and my pockets full of celery (yeah)
new stones glisten diamonds dancin’ on my wrist (wrist, wrist)
wit’ that two tone fn if u try me on that sh-t
(i’m on my sh-t, ayy!)

[verse 2]
young melly i’m just out here stackin’ all these benjis (ayy)
foreign baddie she say no cap she takin all da d-ck (ayy)
p-ssy water f-ck around and eat her like a dinner plate
throw it back then she throw it back i call that ricochet (ricochet)
stripes like a general, dodgin the federal (dodging the federal)
hop up i’m preein’ the temperature
n-gg-s can’t f-ck wit me kids and they vegetables (no, nah)
get to the racks on a literal
don’t get attached i ain’t into you (ain’t into you)
i’m into henny and blue bills, smooth like italian leather (yeah, yeah)
blowin bali, smokin’ 10 pounds like i gone cali (gone cali)
dome daddy, she get on her knees soon as she hit the palace
two xannies, mix it wit the weed a n-gg- goin zombie
go on copy, i tell them n-gg-s that be my motivation (yeah, yeah)
i put you all in that louie when you was in rainbow
try not to tell me how game go (nah)
sunup to sun up to sunup the same clothes
run up the run up the bank roll, my n-gg-s stand up they 10 toes (yeah)
you n-gg-s cannot defend yours, i k!ll the block then i count up wit gang (bang)

[chorus]
two blonde b-tches keep a bluenose know the pedigree
two phones juggin’ and my pockets full of celery
new stones glisten diamonds dancin’ on my wrist (wrist, wrist)
two tone fn if u try me on that sh-t
two, two blonde b-tches keep a bluenose know the pedigree
two phones juggin’ and my pockets full of celery
new stones glisten diamonds dancin’ on my wrist
wit’ that two tone fn if u try me on that sh-t
(i’m on my sh-t, ayy!)

- mel bang

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