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sun valley - lil bean & zaybang lyrics

[intro: lil bean]
(let the beat ride out, ju)
uh, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: lil bean]
tell my n*ggas i’m one call away if sh*t get critical
ain’t been broke for a lil’ while, i know the feelin’ though
they say, “beaner bring the real back,” i know, it’s difficult
and sometimes you gotta ask n*ggas what they in it for
know i said i don’t f*ck with broke b*tches, but i did before
i just slid down rodeo drive, where the ceiling go?
he was speakin’ on me to the b*tch, got a pillow flow
know some n*ggas who talk cash sh*t, but they really broke
they keep sayin’ that i’m next up, b*tch, i been a goat
booty club, throw thе money high, watch it hit the floor
know some n*ggas who don’t likе me, but they really jokes
i could really pull the foreign up, watch me do the most
you could really ask my whole hood, the voice and the hope
real smart, i just play dumb, but i’m takin’ notes

[chorus: lil bean & zaybang]
ain’t it crazy, all that sh*t i seen, but i’m still livin’
told my brother, “leave the streets alone,” but he still livin’
that beaner piece from 2017 and it’s still hittin’
when we f*ck, i hit it from the back, you just feel different
pops told me back when i was young, “you the meal ticket”
who’d have thought i’d be in black trucks like i’m bill clinton
pull the foreign up to sun valley, these my real n*ggas
any loss, we ain’t cry about it, i just deal with it (ayy, look)
[verse 2: zaybang]
how you broke, in your feelings? n*gga, where your hustle at?
had some b*tches that was broke and i still ain’t double back
i ain’t never bought a glock if a stick ain’t come attached
you went down to your last, how the f*ck you gon’ relax? (n*gga)
this a 2024, tell him get his muscle up
this shoot 556s, hit him in his jugular
box chevy on roachies, peanut b*tter candy top
you ain’t really from your hood, n*ggas be from antioch
his b*tch a number one fan, she like, “pause for a fl!ck”
n*ggas all for a b*tch that be all for some d*ck
i ain’t never to the neck, i’m in the mall with the bl!ck
that’s a eq benz, brother chargin’ his whip
i know a bum*ass b*tch that’ll say she a snack
that’s a first class flight, but we comin’ with them packs
four poles in this whip, but we ain’t gettin’ jacked
five shots to his face, no, he ain’t gettin’ back, n*gga

[chorus: lil bean]
ain’t it crazy, all that sh*t i seen, but i’m still livin’
told my brother, “leave the streets alone,” but he still livin’
that beaner piece from 2017 and it’s still hittin’
when we f*ck, i hit it from the back, you just feel different
pops told me back when i was young, “you the meal ticket”
who’d have thought i’d be in black trucks like i’m bill clinton
pull the foreign up to sun valley, these my real n*ggas
any loss, we ain’t cry about it, i just deal with it

- lil bean zaybang lyrics

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