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lirik lagu buddah bands & chris king - b - hive

[intro]
[?]
ryo the ghoul

[chorus: trippie redd]
i let the money spread like it’s a disease (let the money spread)
i just made some millions overseas (overseas, yeah)
i’m with the hive, we some big bumblebees (bumblebees, yeah)
we some big bumblebees (bumblebees)
i said the whole gang big bumblebees (bumblebees)
we got .223s and they sting (yeah)
we got .223s and they sting (yeah)
said the whole gang big bumblebees (yeah)

[verse 1: chris king]
i told ’em, “you could never be me in your dreams” (nah)
red flag, black .40 (blat), red beam (ha)
multiple red dots (dots), won’t miss a thing (nah)
every sixteenth brick all white (white), white metal link (metal link, link)
screw on this nozzle for silence so when i pop, you don’t hear a thing (shh)
we clear the bank vault and wiggle and somersault all of the change
we doin’ numbers like bingo, but ‘scuse the lingo, blame johnny dang (ha)
full-metal jacket, designer fabrics, fireb-lls instead of rain (brat, brat)
i read in the back of that book, that said, “our story’s gon’ end the same”
and if it does, i’ll be here with the same n-ggas that never change (gang, gang)
on the road to riches, hydraulic switches, don’t scratch the paint
a young n-gga don’t fold, money don’t fold or bend or break (don’t fold, don’t fold)
my n-gga, it’s simple as this, you live and you learn
spread all your energy, wisdom, and then you don’t simply die
every mistake tailor made for you, but every mistake isn’t one of a kind (facts)
i want the whole thing, now give me the menu, and make it a large, super-size the fries (eat)
if i say it’s up then it’s stuck up (snot, brat), a price on your head then i throw the money in the sky (brat, brat)

[verse 2: buddah bands]
yeah, yeah, i got the whole gang with me (gang with me)
yeah, i put your whole gang to sleep (gang to sleep)
yeah, choppa on the side when i go to sleep, yeah, huh
big dawg, from the [?] like big meech, yeah
fell in love with the lean, i’m a fiend, yeah, yeah
i’m a shooter from my squad, i’m a team player (yeah, yeah)
tryna go against my squad, i can’t play fair (brr, brr)
and we ain’t beefin’ over no b-tch, we gon’ keep it player (no)
all this ice around my neck, it’s like frigidaire (i been hustlin’)
if it’s smoke in the air, i’m the one to clear it (i’m the one to clear it)
i be smokin’ on this dope, switchin’ on these gears (switchin’ on these gears)
yeah, trappin’ out the foreign servin’ britney spears
rockin’ saint laurent, servin’ all these runts (saint laurent)
f-ckin’ on these b-tches, that these n-ggas want (that these n-ggas want)
yeah, chasin’ at this bag, runnin’ to the top (to the top)
d-mn, run up on me, you gon’ get popped

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