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bean talk - screwstache lyrics

strictly paper talk n*ggas speaking motion
run it up my father taught me b*tch can’t help my focus
give a f*ck ain’t got no dollar problems blew that on potion
i don’t know where that b*tch p*ssy been might have to use a trojan d*mn

exotic blunts and yay b*tch we keep it blowin yeah
pacific keep it week like water hydraa keep it flowin hey
45’s and drakes jony keep it totin
b*tch i’m spittin flippin off the bar the xanny keep it floatin aye

d*mn aye all my b*tches tee
got this big ass f&n this b*tch gone knock him to his knees

yeah 20 xans and grams tell me what you need
i got pills by the bottle i got gas by the p

thick b*tch threw that fat sh*t on her smack her on the cheek
all black for the fashion on me hoodie and a ski

yeah 20/20 vision when i shoot the shot is clean
when i feel thе need i’m whippin out that bl!cky is mean

n*gga f*ck me? i got a beam and that b*tch cool as hеll
catch a n*gga slippin with his homie send him to the h*ll
police on the whip caught a dog but it ain’t peep the smell
sliding w that big ??? it ain’t for show and tell
talking sh*t i whip out wait yeah
talking sh*t i whip out bl!ck he dying soon as h*ll
desert eagle strapped just like a cannon he flying soon as h*ll
puttin belt to ass i caught that n*ggas crying soon as h*ll

putting belt to ass we spanking n*ggas like a teen mom
facing n*ggas beats turn that feat into my theme song
f*ck about a b*tch said i love you that was bean talk

package through f*ck sh*t
package through the mail i swear to god these n*ggas smoking boof
smack him with the bl!ck and shoot his ass and now he couldn’t p**p
tappin in n*ggas feel like luffy always in the loop

got a college b*tch tryna give me head like what that mind do?
in and out turn that b*tch around might break her spine too
in and out serving all these packs right through the drive thru
d*mn i can vouch this sh*t be thraxxin get you high too

roll another wood i’m high as f*ck floating through the roof
clear the room we got that kit we gone stick and move
trappin since a jit i had that pick going to the scoop
f*cked a nasty b*tch she bad as f*ck but she can’t tell the truth

- screwstache lyrics

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