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lirik lagu lil bean, lil yee & zaybang - what's on yo mind

[intro: zaybang]
([?] you made that sh~t slap)
i’d prolly have a couple m’s if i ain’t sip lean
this n~gga trollin’ on the net sippin’ fake green
i had my first ten thou’ when i was s~

[chorus: zaybang]
ay, look
what’s on yo’ mind? b~tch, money check my backdrop
got her off the 1942, she getting back shots
b~tch i be with real n~ggas, you a slap rock
a quarterback, carry the whole team and you a mascot
i’m outside with all my chains, i give a f~ck now
i know i shoulda came plain, but i went bust down
call yee, ask him for the drank, hope he say touchdown
and i been winning for too long, it can’t be luck now

[verse 1: zaybang]
they know i’m bouncing out on feet, i’m tryna catch a hat
another sucka n~gga dead, we finna run it back
b~tch i was only 13 tryna shoot the mac
he play with hi~point 9’s, what he gon’ do with that
a n~gga send me seven g’s for a 16
i’d prolly have a couple m’s if i ain’t sip lеan
this n~gga trollin’ on the net sippin’ fake green
i had my first tеn thou’ when i was 18
[chorus: zaybang]
ay, look
what’s on yo’ mind? b~tch, money check my backdrop
got her off the 1942, she getting back shots
b~tch i be with real n~ggas, you a slap rock
a quarterback, carry the whole team and you a mascot

[verse 2: lil yee]
ay slap ass n~gga, you tryna prove a point
we gon’ roll you up some [?] or put him in a joint
i can never be quiet, i’m really the voice
how you talkin’ naming black and white, you really [?]
snitch k!ller, them the worst n~ggas i try to avoid
[?] dissin’, get a n~gga spilt, it’s really yo’ choice
leave it in the field, early morning i’m bringin’ it home
25k, one day, we spendin’ that chrome
i think i’m getting better with age, this a one of one
pour a four, two for two, the sprite make my feelings numb
glock~23, on my hip, this my favorite gun
put a b~tton on that b~tch ‘cuz i had to
i heard them n~ggas think they run some, but the cash rules
if i was broke and all my friends were dead i’d be mad too
get your bro, tell ’em war stories, we didn’t ask you
go and chill out with all that tough eyes, i’ll stamp you, dummy

[refrain: lil yee]
n~gga chill out with all that tough looking, with yo’ tough ass
broke ass n~gga prolly need a bus pass
[verse 3: lil bean]
yeah, huh
light day, i didn’t even put on all my chains
young n~ggas, hoppin’ out with masks look like kane, huh
dope boy, pops was sellin’ 50’s in the rain
ain’t the same, n~ggas trading teams like they klay
respect bro, before he bought a chain, he bought a crate
n~ggas playing, better tell ’em, go do something safe
out of town, i done spent a bag in mia
n~ggas hood famous, they don’t even know you in the bank
i got angels in the sky, i got hits i never drop
n~gga play with us, i bet this fire work like july
even in the club, n~gga got it on him, like i’m joc
nowadays, shouldn’t be the youngest n~gga with a chop, huh
30 floors up, i can’t hear the bullsh~t
i’m a taxpayer, i think i’m kinda past hood rich
i like model hoes, but i still f~ck with hood b~tches
get your bag up, bet them hoes treat you lil different

- lirik lagu lil bean lil yee zaybang

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