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weird shit - bnm efosa lyrics

take all the food for the winter, he stuffing his stomach he ain’t leavin no crumbs
boy get a bag don’t be talkin like you ain’t a leech nah h*ll nah i can’t fw these bums
you can’t move how you want, what’s his ip cause he move like a bot, the merc got a turbo hit the gas and i’m boutta go wild
can’t copy me cause i keep changing styles
the whip in km but i want it in miles
(uhh)
he on some weird sh*t
i’m really not trynna be near him
thought he was sl!ck tried to mess up my season
think you can plea no i cannot believe it
they tried to givе me a *high fever
go pray to god n*ggas need somе believing
can’t with these n*ggas i’m ducking n weaving. came back for fries cause dons n*ggas fending
weird sh*t, weird sh*t, weird sh*t
why they on some weird sh*t
why he on that snake sh*t?
i been grinding bacon
he watch how i’m pacing
sh*t got my heart racing
you n*ggas on lame sh*t
(nah)

the way that i hop on the beat it’s immaculate
no wack a mole this the sh*t i been hammering
mix really clear so they know i’m not stammering, no immunity
know how i’m damaging
keep going up they all watch how climbing it
b*tch i’m the plug so my line they keep dialing in i don’t ride horses this polo i’m styling still
ain’t tripping sh*t no i cannot be jack n jill (ugh)
in and i’m out like it’s jack n jill
fam on my back now we gon be the vanderbilts
she riding me like a mo*f*cking peter*built
challenger it got some brembo’s and darker tint (yuh) can’t chill with the boy cause he government
s2s group they all see how i’m running it
walk n i run on the beat i have fun with it
say he grind gains but he just takin supplements(uhh)
if it ain’t hunnid percent,gotta re evaluate
claim he get sh*t boy you just m*st*rbate
it ain’t a choice if you gon die today
put on this tommy i feel fly today
i shoot hard shots yeah i shoot fade always
if i’m in the lex then you can’t get away
i pray to my lord that we see finer days
take all the food for the winter, he stuffing his stomach he ain’t leavin no crumbs
boy get a bag don’t be talkin like you ain’t a leech nah h*ll nah i can’t fw these bums
you can’t move how you want, what’s his ip cause he move like a bot, the merc got a turbo hit the gas and i’m boutta go wild
can’t copy me cause i keep changing styles
the whip in km but i want it in miles
(uhh)
he on some weird sh*t
i’m really not trynna be near him
thought he was sl!ck tried to mess up my season
think you can plea no i cannot believe it
they tried to give me a *high fever
go pray to god n*ggas need some believing
can’t with these n*ggas i’m ducking n weaving. came back for fries cause dons n*ggas fending
weird sh*t, weird sh*t, weird sh*t
why they on some weird sh*t
why he on that snake sh*t?
i been grinding bacon
he watch how i’m pacing
sh*t got my heart racing
you n*ggas on lame sh*t
(nah)

yeah, weird sh*t, i’m on a lear jet

ready to land, but it ain’t clear yet
this is the land, where we put the fear in him, i just abuse every track that i’m featured in

bnm neva gon pay for a feature

this is that bnm, num this be the sequel

they going cray if they hear this

ain’t even switch up my gear yet

roly no tick tock, i was f*ckin a big thot, at the end of the august

i bust a nut and she caught it

f*ck it i’m f*cked, cause i f*cked on her momma and aunt

i wrote this sh*t they say vlone the author

f*ck she say vlone the father

hop on a jet then i hop on a charter

i’m 20 deep like my f*ckin garages

suck me to sleep like i took melatonin
perky and lean got the young n*gga floating

glocky on me got the young n*gga toting

buss it wide open, make an explosion

we let off bombs but i ain’t no osama bin ladin

like p*ssy just come out the closet, enough with the talking, yeah

and the glock got the switchy attached

i might just switch to the mack

maybe we shoot out the, shoot out the, shoot out the roof

yeah

isaac on a track, we in the whip

and the glock got the switchy attached

i might just switch to the mack

maybe we shoot out the, shoot out the, shoot out the roof

yeah

isaac on a track, we in the whip

and the glock got the switchy attached

i might just switch to the mack

maybe we shoot out the, shoot out the, shoot out the roof yeah

- bnm efosa lyrics

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