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don't say much - lil bean & zaybang lyrics

[intro: lil bean & unknown]
so i’d say, it ain’t gon’ be no campaign 3
man, that n*gga could come home, f*ck all that (remedy)
ah sh*t, you was already recordin’
yeah

[verse 1: lil bean]
instagram n*ggas like to talk, but i don’t say much
b*tch say she know i got a b*tch, she tryna pay us
bner real n*gga, ’til i’m gone, until my day up
pooda comin’ home, he just tryna get his weight up
i got a naggin’ b*tch who always talkin’ ’bout she seen me
i got a ghetto b*tch who always showin’ me her cleavage
i got another b*tch who always talkin’ ’bout she sleazy
really with the sh*ts, she always tryna hold the geazy
but ever since she seen me gettin’ money, now she lazy
labels thеy ain’t tryna say a mil’, we ain’t engagin’
my n*ggas love thе road, but any state you know we gangin’
every n*gga with me got on chains like we flavor
n*gga on the road, we takin’ turns, there ain’t no cuffin’ sh*t
i just want the face, he tryna get up in her guts and sh*t
my n*gga went to jail, still a virgin, but he was bustin’ sh*t
now ever since we poppin’, everybody with this cousin sh*t

[chorus: lil bean]
it’s a war outside, n0body safe from
my young n*ggas they don’t ask, they just take stuff
don’t let brodie get to trippin’, he got ‘k [?]
he said it’s dub for his lawyer, beat his case up, huh
racks can’t even fit inside the subi’s, i be stuffin’ it
‘member momma said to make no friends, you can’t have company
friend of n*ggas sayin’ they on our head, we livin’ comfortably
it’s ’08 the family, n*ggas already know what’s up with me
[verse 2: shootergang kony]
aye, n*ggas talk too tough until i leave ’em in a coma (aah)
still duckin’ from the rollas, got a shooter, send him over (let’s see, let’s see)
draco, no soulja, all this paper, i’m a folder (aah)
the police can’t control us, we be slumpin’ n*ggas over (bah!)
momma told me i’m always outside, i told her f*ck with me (i’m outside)
hookers at the doubletree, i just got her some double d’s (hah)
n*ggas know what’s up with me, i’m in they section comfortably (god)
‘fore you n*ggas run from me, appreciate my company (ha*rrr)
f&n too bulky, i can’t fit it in my subi’s (fact)
these n*ggas keep a pistol, just incase they gotta use it (yeah)
different type of n*gga, turned the .40 to a fully (rrrr)
and how you keep a tooly, you ain’t never been to juvie (made it out [?])
movies in this b*tch, well kony usually with a stick (ah)
saw him shootin’ in his whip, he lookin’ stupid in his tints (ah)
won’t ever trust a b*tch, i’m fab, it’s f*ck a b*tch (fab)
i never gave a tip, i spent a blue because i’m rich (ah, ahh)

[chorus: lil bean]
it’s a war outside, n0body safe from
my young n*ggas they don’t ask, they just take stuff
don’t let brodie get to trippin’, he got ‘k [?]
he said it’s dub for his lawyer, beat his case up, huh
racks can’t even fit inside the subi’s, i be stuffin’ it
‘member momma said to make no friends, you can’t have company
friend of n*ggas sayin’ they on our head, we livin’ comfortably
it’s ’08 the family, n*ggas already know what’s up with me
[verse 3: zaybang]
look, real n*ggas know me and them real b*tches f*ck with me
b*tch, but you gon’ leave when it get ugly
twenty thousand dollars, i could stuff it in these subi’s
and how you lovin’ [?] and i just told you she a groupie
n*ggas fallin’ out with they n*ggas, on some hoe sh*t
n*gga, your hand out, that’s some broke sh*t
tell ’em free my brother out that slam because he smack sh*t
and baby say she sucked the whole team, well i’m the captain
if n*ggas get to bringin’ up my name, then i’m pullin’ up
n*gga, if that’s your b*tch, i’mma fall back
as soon as the b*tch leave your house, she gon’ call back
you nerd ass n*ggas really hoes, what you call that
two twin glocks, gld, b*tch i can’t slip
b*tch, i pop suckas and i can’t miss
n*ggas really f*ggots on the low, doin’ gay sh*t
ain’t never stole sh*t from a n*gga, we gon’ take it

- lil bean zaybang lyrics

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