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2:23 degrees - bby laana lyrics

see
i know
b*tches get tired of me
cause, cause i get tired of b*tches

eyes red, bloodshot, i ain’t bout to share this blunt
atm, [?], bank of america
bank over anybody, bank over everyone
yank his ass from anybody, stack it like a stair or sum
million dollar smile, motherf*cker that’s that cheesecake
made him walk a mile n’ did a hundred on his freeway
and yo n*gga he on dial, hold on b*tch i’m bout to do it
i been chilling for a while, fat b*tch you know i leave cake
money on my mind, sum tucked i got them hand bands
put me on the side tryna f*ck for some dead mans
f*ck [?] give her d*ck likе a fn
if she want the sunnyside lil b*tch gеt yo egg cracked

pop it, young b*tch clean she so poppin’
just drop em, drop em to his knees you better drop him
make him weak n get on top em, make him eat it wit no problem
make him treat me like his momma, get it cheesy with them dollars

aye i’m bout to call my b*tches cuz you know they get greezy
and why you b*tches always jawsin cuz you know that its easy
cute b*tch, face falling, sayin he swear that he need me
a floof b*tch, and ima call that, [?] right that i seen it but aye
what you wanna do, who you wanna touch
what you got to prove, cuz we don’t give a f*ck
come get at me brodie, we can line them up
heard you like it brodie, b*tch yo time is up
i’m bout to call my b*tches cuz you know they get greezy
and why you b*tches always jawsin cuz you know that its easy
cute b*tch, face falling, sayin he swear that he need me
a floof b*tch, and ima call that, [?] right that i seen it
but aye
what you wanna do, who you wanna touch
what you got to prove, cuz we don’t give a f*ck
come get at me wodie, waist shots line them up
heard you like it brodie, b*tch yo time is up
this n*gga want me to stop when he motherf*cking bust
like a motherf*cking bus at the motherf*cking stop
lil n*gga so wassup
is you ready for the pop
is you ready for the kid
cuz i’m ready for your guap, n*gga
ion trust a f*cking soul, even the b*tch in the mirror
and ay that b*tch is kinda bold, thats why i never get near her
i ease it up and then i rode, i f*ck it up ion hear him
i give him this to ease the cold, then shut him up like some syrup

b*tch, shh
shut the f*ck up
young b*tch pretty so you know i’m kind of stuck up
never in my [?] mane, you know i got my mug up
if you really rockin with me b*tch, show a f*ckin thumbs up
fleek b*tch, lookin like im tasting kind of sweet b*tch
weak b*tch, seven b*tches hating out the week b*tch
sneak b*tch, swiper no swiper no sneak b*tch
eat b*tch, harper dont harp her you get beat b*tch
l*a*n*a
well paid, well played
big money, lil b*tch
get money still hit

- bby laana lyrics

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