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lirik lagu 21 candles – bella balmain

21 candles on my birthday cake 21 (21)
i pull up with 21 choppers
out here i don’t play with anyone (don’t play with anyone )
b*tch i don’t leak i drip
aquafina on the fit
b*tches always talk sh*t
why these n*ggas on d*ck
i get the neck disappear like magic
cut from a different cloth
whole new fabric
turned 21 now b*tch i’m a savage
make you a vegetable playing w my cabbage

vegetarian i just want green
ounces of broccoli get smacked with my team
grinding nonstop like i was a machine
b*tch i’m on point like a f*cking vaccine
f*ck what you heard and f*ck what you thought
it’s bella balmain b*tch i got the sauce
walk in the store don’t care what it cost
don’t wanna f*ck with me then f*ck it ya loss
don’t f*ck with me
don’t f*ck with you
i don’t kiss ass that’s not what i do
see nothing and no one when i’m in the booth
greatest to do it and this is the proof
from beginning of time
i knew i could rhyme
do it to vent
and i ain’t want a dime
b*tch call me optimus i’m in my prime
i came a long way from smoking on dimes
tell me i can’t imma show you i can
a freak don’t mean nothing
if you ain’t gon plan
i just smoke weed don’t pass me no xan
know i’m up next ima blow like a fan
b*tch i’m intelligent
classy and elegant
one day ima be big as a elephant
blessing the beat call me bella the reverend
can’t let these hoes take me out of my element
bella for president
i’m presidential
verified lil b*tch, check my credentials
cop and paste me
trace me like a stencil
d*mn, they buffing my wood like a pencil
i’m in zone
i’m in my duffle
in honor of nipsey you know ima hustle
try to run down and it’s gon be a tussle
haters don’t like cause i flex like a muscle
word to my mama i’m gon get a bag
know what it’s like to be down to ya last
can’t even re * up cause you smoked the stash
you live and you learn
i swear life is a class
sit back and listen
be humble and wise
long as you ready won’t be no surprise
n*ggas will pull the wool over ya eyes
n*ggas want beef bring all 5 of my guys (glttttttt)

i need my paper like pr*nto
come to weed then it’s paper and fronto
b*tches kobe, don’t know i’m lebron tho
they riding my wave like a bronco
they hate me it’s sad
don’t know why they mad
i know how to get b*tches right in they bag
b*tch i been it since before you played tag
it’s about what you know not about what you have
my soul is rich
you still a b*tch
don’t matter how much you dropped on ya fit
i tell the haters when you suck my d*ck
cradle my b*lls while you l!ck on the tip, b*tch

- bella balmain

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