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lirik lagu lil xan - i might

[intro: lil xan & ybn nahmir]
brrrra
yeah, (ayy) nah we gon punch a bunch of times in this b-tch
hahaha, b-tch
gang
yeah, hahahaha
kinfolk jon (what, ayy)
yeah, ayy

[chorus: lil xan & ybn nahmir]
i might just run up these bands (ayy)
ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
people they don’t understand (yeah)
people they don’t understand (ayy)
i might just run up these bands (ayy)
ain’t got no homies or friends (b-tch)
people they don’t understand (ayy)
people they don’t understand (ayy)

[verse 1: ybn nahmir]
young n-gg- gotta go get a bag (bag)
young n-gg- gotta go get it fast (fast)
i f-ck your b-tch so i know why you mad (b-tch)
then a n-gg- pull of in a jag (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
pull off then i go get a check (check)
diamonds shinin’ watch ’em dance on my neck (huh)
head shy there’s no need for no vets (gang)
deal high, sendin’ shot out a tech (gang)
neck talk then i’m catching a fade (b-tch)
talking guns then you know we gon’ play (huh)
a hundred shots got some bust out the ‘k (gang)
spin a block, he get hit in broad day (brra)
n-gg-s mad want the beef ’cause a b-tch (b-tch)
go down bet you n-gg-s will snitch
light ‘k bullets go through the mist (gang)
223 they gon’ come like some bricks, ayy (ayy)
n-gg-s speaking like “what’s up, well i expect that action”
broad daylight, smoke that car up, like he smokin’ mavericks
i’m loaded up, i keep that ar and them bullets stackin’
that choppa make a n-gg- sing like he was a braxton

[chorus: lil xan & ybn nahmir]
i might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
people they don’t understand (yeah)
people they don’t understand (ayy, ayy, gang)
i might just run up these bands (ayy)
ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
people they don’t understand (what, yeah)
people they don’t understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)

[verse 2: $teven cannon]
beverly stunting, brought the fisker just to fool on it
brought the katana secret compartment with the tool on it
you was a dreamer, ten out of ten you with a stupid b-tch
and probably f-ck herself to my pictures and a crucifix
n-gg-s steady purpin had an option, i been kicking sh-t
n-gg-s run their mouth about their guns and still be getting laid
time for a trapper turn his rap into some business sh-t
extended mag i come with sixty and you missing sh-t
i can’t trust these n-gg-s, they too busy on the internet
sitting behind their mac they can k!ll for this energy
i can teach your b-tch, she gotta pay me just to penetrate
i got my own b-tch, i ain’t had no time for dinner dates, ni-

[chorus: lil xan & ybn nahmir]
i might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
people they don’t understand (yeah, ayy)
people they don’t understand (ayy, gang)
i might just run up these bands (ayy)
ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
people they don’t understand (yeah)
people they don’t understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
i might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
people they don’t understand (yeah, ayy)
people they don’t understand (ayy, gang)
i might just run up these bands (ayy)
ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
people they don’t understand (yeah)
people they don’t understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)

[verse 3: ybn almighty jay]
it’s ybn and xan (xan)
you know your b-tch is a fan (fan)
i told that b lou man love that she mad
she want me to be her man (stupid b-tch)
i told my jeweler to freeze my neck
now that b-tch wettin’ her pants, ooh (ice)
i made her squirt (squirt)
d-mn look these b-tches are flirtin’ (flirtin’)
sh-sh-shoot and i take off her skirt
but it ain’t workin’, i guess i hadn’t a virgin
yeah, your b-tch wanna f-ck, these n-gg-s hurt
’cause i get that check first (i get that check)
they b-tch too moody (moody)
the blood on the girl, ’cause that b-tch was a groupie (groupie)
she tried to seduce me (what)
that b-tch keeps on sending me pics of her booty (booty, b-tch)
bust down (bust down), new chain (new chain)
smoking gas (gas), propane (shoo)
new coup (new coup), no brain (skrrt)
these n-gg-s (n-gg-s), so lame (lame)
bust down (bust down), new chain (new chain)
smoking gas (gas), propane (shoo)
new coup (new coup), no brain (skrrt)
these n-gg-s, so lame (b-tch)

[chorus: lil xan & ybn nahmir]
i might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
people they don’t understand (yeah, ayy)
people they don’t understand (ayy, gang)
i might just run up these bands (ayy)
ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
people they don’t understand (yeah, brr, brr)
people they don’t understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)
i might just run up these bands (ayy, yeah)
ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah)
people they don’t understand (yeah, ayy)
people they don’t understand (ayy, gang)
i might just run up these bands (ayy)
ain’t got no homies or friends (yeah, gang)
people they don’t understand (yeah, brr, brr)
people they don’t understand (grrah, pow, pow, pow)

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