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lirik lagu new banz! – issbrokie

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[intro]
(yo, silo k!lled this sh*t)

[verse 1]
b*tch, i—, b*tch, i got a couple new bands, uh
i got new friends, i ain’t kickin’ sh*t with losers (yeah)
i just spent a rack with my b*tch at sephora (yeah)
ex b*tch mad ’cause she seen i got cuter (yeah)
while she still a four, uh, while i’m rockin’ sh*t she can’t afford (what?)
that versace on my slippers lookin’ newer (yeah)
bands i got stored, i’ma f*ck around and make a couple more
off the sh*t that i ain’t dropped on my computer (yeah)

[verse 2]
you’ve been makin’ dull sh*t
i ain’t f*ck with bullsh*t (yeah)
everything you drop f*ckin’ flop, it’s manure (yes)
and my circle gettin’ small
got me buildin’ up the wall
i got few friеnds, every day they gеttin’ fewer
yeah, shout*out to the mob
we be runnin’ ’round with mobs (yeah, yeah)
shout*out homies lac and daki, they my shooters
get the studi’ room locked
and the booth smoking rock (yeah, yeah, yeah)
keep the opp tucked, i’ma hit him with my luger
[bridge]
oh, why she on my d*ck ’bout my check?
you ain’t gettin’ none this sh*t, you ain’t gettin’ none this bread
i ain’t f*ckin’ with no chick (yo, silo k!lled this sh*t), now she givin’ me good head
if you saw the drop top, you would wish that you were dead
get yo’ bands up

[verse 3]
yeah, if you really chillin’ with my fame, put yo’ stance up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
how the f*ck you fightin’ with this chick? steal your man off (yeah)
y’all think i’m funnier than a b*tch ’cause i’m random (yeah)
what’s your name? i don’t remember sh*t, think it’s amanda
i*i*i might throw a fit like a kid, throw a tantrum
put a new tag on his fit, where’s yo’ mans, bruh?
show out with yo’ b*tch, drink the d*ck like a fanta
b*tch, i never miss on this sh*t

[verse 4]
they like “d*mn, what is that?” when they hear my new track
he like, “have you heard my new sh*t?” no, lil’ bro, i’ll pass
straight sticky like glue, b*tch, i be smoking gas
issbrokie really good, they hiss, then like back
i’ma leave these rappers clueless, they like, “how she doin’ that?”
do not hit me for no music if*if*if yo’ sh*t whack
yeah, i’d rather heart you, b*tch, ain’t n0body gettin’ that
man, i got yo’ b*tch juicin’ once she hear my raps
[outro]
b*tch*b*tch*b*tch*b*tch, i—, b*tch, i got a couple new bands, uh
i got new friends, i ain’t kickin’ sh*t with losers
i just spent a rack with my b*tch at sephora
ex b*tch mad ’cause she seen i got cuter
while she still a four, uh, while i’m rockin’ sh*t she can’t afford
that versace on my slippers lookin’ newer
bands i got stored, i’ma f*ck around and make a couple more
off the sh*t that i ain’t dropped on my computer

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