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letra de 20 bands 40 bands - nasaan

[intro: nasaan]
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: nasaan]
n-ggas act like hoes when they hoes think i’m handsome (okay)
he act like he ain’t know me, but be searchin’ on his samsung
n-gga play me foul, i got two shots for him, and one
hundreds on me old as h-ll, probably got a grandson (wow)
fly, i can land some, your mans wearin’ fake sh-t
gangnem just blew a full zip on some bape sh-t
stupid man, playing with my name, get your face hit (face)
white slip, feel like zel when that k hit
love a b-tch with a man that f-ck me and don’t say sh-t
had this b-tch bendin’ back for me like the matrix
‘fore you eat my d-ck up, baby girl, say your graces (grace)
i’ll turn you up, you got chanel, f-ck them asics
n-ggas far from basic, hoes say i’m extravagant (extravagant)
talking to a bad lil’ b-tch, d-mn near forgot the half of it
baby throwin’ box at me like i’m mailing packages (uh-huh)
fourteen in the trap, i’m in the swats with the savages

[chorus: nasaan]
yeah, twenty bands on me (duh), forty bands on me (duh)
yves saint laurent (huh), what she smell on me (wow)
i’m good for crash-outs (crash), i got bail money (on god)
heavyweight n-gga (yeah), throw a scale on me (on god)
yeah, twenty bands on me (duh), forty bands on me (duh)
yves saint laurent (huh), what she smell on me (wow)
i’m good for crash-outs (crash), i got bail money (on god)
heavyweight n-gga (yeah), throw a scale on me (on god)
[verse 2: babyfxce e & nasaan]
throw a scale on me (scale)
want me come turn up your city? here my zelle number (huh)
i don’t trust everybody ’cause they might just tell on me (tell)
black ‘cat, wide body, pull up, sound like h-ll comin’
box, ski, ‘lac truck, you smell i got a bale on me (ooh)
now i spill chanel on me so they won’t say i smell funny (smell)
i wasn’t servin’ sh-t, had a lil’ n-gga makin’ sales for me (on god)
and i was still rapping at that time, doing a dub a week
when i, when i jumped out of school, i went to hug the streets
two hoes just for me, i got ’em waiting at the doubletree
i’ma sting both of they ass like a bumblebee (huh)
forty thousand on me, so a thousand is a crumb to me (on god)

[outro]
(congratulations, you just won a lifetime supply of home improvement)

- nasaan

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