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lirik lagu leeky bandz – uhuh

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[intro]
smash bros
young troy, you a g~nius

[chorus: leeky bandz]
make the b~tch give me head, lip lock, don’t stop
big foreign, all red, won’t stop, can’t stop
30k on the watch, why not? (why not?)
and the phone only ring when i’m callin’ the shots
big .30 hangin’ out my glock (my glock, brrr)
try to reach for my chain, uh~uh (uh~uh)
i’ll shoot a n~gga dead ’til he drop (drop)
and i like to drink wock’ on rocks (on rocks)

[post~chorus: leeky bandz & moneymarr]
me and moneymarr in this b~tch
get some b~roll, i’m cleanin’ my drip (my drip)
no mask on when we doin’ a hit (doin’ a hit)
run a hunnid, two times in this b~tch (woah)
keep that glizzy on me, ain’t no fightin’
got two hoes with that stick like they dykin’
(what, ayy)
i can’t wear balmain drip, i don’t like it
(moneymarr, skrrt)
f~ck the feds, they sent gg to rikers
(baow, i’ma—)
[verse 2: moneymarr]
i can’t do too much talk, yeah i’m with all the action
i’m blowin’ up ’cause a n~gga be rappin’
i just get to thе money b~tch, i gotta stack it
bust down, shake it down, yeah that b~tch gеt to clappin’
send shots, hit ’em up, break him down like a fraction
and you can’t run down, got the stick, i ain’t lackin’
got the piece from la, put that sh~t in the mattress
and these rappers be lame, i ain’t with all the cappin’
yeah i used to be broke, now i step in balenci’s
big chop’, ar, hit him up with the sack
i can’t f~ck with these b~tches, they way too friendly
we ain’t scared of no glocks, got way too many
on the way to the top tryna hop out the bentley
yeah we slangin’ them rocks, yeah the block get busy
they ain’t send us some shots so i’m droppin’ a frenzy
yeah it’s that, drop that wock’, got a young n~gga dizzy

[chorus: leeky bandz]
make the b~tch give me head, lip lock, don’t stop
big foreign, all red, won’t stop, can’t stop
30k on the watch, why not? (why not?)
and the phone only ring when i’m callin’ the shots
big .30 hangin’ out my glock (my glock, brrr)
try to reach for my chain, uh~uh (uh~uh)
i’ll shoot a n~gga dead ’til he drop (drop)
and i like to drink wock’ on rocks (on rocks)
[post~chorus: leeky bandz]
me and moneymarr in this b~tch
get some b~roll, i’m cleanin’ my drip (my drip)
no mask on when we doin’ a hit (doin’ a hit)
run a hunnid, two times in this b~tch (woah)
keep that glizzy on me, ain’t no fightin’ (ain’t no fightin’)
got two hoes with that stick like they dykin’ (like they dykin’)
i can’t wear balmain drip, i don’t like it (i don’t like it)
f~ck the feds, they sent gg to rikers (woah)

[verse 2: leeky bandz]
twelve got the chop movin’ nervous (woah)
two~seater, r8, i was swervin’ (let’s go)
baby sittin’ with the pack, i was learnin’
we don’t do drive~bys, we hop out and murk ’em (brrr)
it’s ten for a show and we don’t do rehearsin’
n~ggas washed up like detergent (uh~uh)
way before rap, i was servin’ (uh~uh)
now only thing h is the hermès (uh~uh)
i’m hoppin’ out the coupe tryna fix it up (f~ck)
i got your main b~tch playin’ giddy up (go)
she got off the d~ck, couldn’t get enough (no)
i f~cked up the watch tryna fix it up, never gonna get enough
forty on the watch, f~ck the city up
every time i fall down, n~ggas pick me up
tryna hold shooter down, he gon’ sen ’em up
got the roof top down, with the bl!cky up (brrr)
[chorus: leeky bandz]
make the b~tch give me head, lip lock, don’t stop
big foreign, all red, won’t stop, can’t stop
30k on the watch, why not? (why not?)
and the phone only ring when i’m callin’ the shots
big .30 hangin’ out my glock (my glock, brrr)
try to reach for my chain, uh~uh (uh~uh)
i’ll shoot a n~gga dead ’til he drop (drop)
and i like to drink wock’ on rocks (on rocks)

[post~chorus: leeky bandz]
me and moneymarr in this b~tch
get some b~roll, i’m cleanin’ my drip (my drip)
no mask on when we doin’ a hit (doin’ a hit)
run a hunnid, two times in this b~tch (woah)
keep that glizzy on me, ain’t no fightin’ (ain’t no fightin’)
got two hoes with that stick like they dykin’ (like they dykin’)
i can’t wear balmain drip, i don’t like it (i don’t like it)
f~ck the feds, they sent gg to rikers (woah)

[outro: leeky bandz]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


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