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lirik lagu not that gunna rapper - ak bandamont

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[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[chorus]
i just made her chew it up ’cause i ain’t want a bag it
had a high limit on twenty credit cards, just know i’m finna crack ’em
doggy think he superman, he must just wanna crash
if you ever cross that line, it’s drip season, not that gunna rapper
i was in the trap cuttin’ up everything back when i wasn’t rappin’
in and out the bank takin’ out pape’, b~tch, i’m forever at it
my fiend love doin’ cocaine, so she forever at it

[verse]
in the paint, put needles in her vein, but she was never tatted
she wanna see it, the b~tch started od’ing, i need better addicts
you ain’t nothin’ much like me, you gotta featherbag it
i can teach you how to make it snow, i’m doin’ weather classes
ha, this b~tch mad she wanna start somethin’
you say it’s that, them k!llers on your ass, wait ’til the dark come
i’m fillin’ up my blunt with dead opps, i’m finna spark one
i got a half a brick, i ain’t gon’ quit the trap until the narcs come
i got a half a brick, i ain’t gon’ quit the trap until the narcs come
i just made her drop a tear, i got a large onion
i was cuttin’ up the ‘caine while you was bar clubbin’
he caught a headshot, he got a large m~ffin
i just put one in the hole, i’m finna parge somethin’
then that boy a big bald head, that’s chemo for him
you wanna win the game, then keep on scorin’
them n~ggas talk a lot, they keyboard warriors
hit that fent’, molly and white and keep on pourin’
name a n~gga you know sellin’ hard drugs out a weed store
i just sold a b~tch a perc’, but she need three more
to build a tree, we got a hundred~somethin’~plus flavors, call it weed p~rn
everybody in the hood show me respect ’cause i’m a street lord
catch him walkin’ out, send him a hundred shots and now he need lord
you’d probably let a n~gga take your plate ’cause you a weak boy
i’m off eight ounces of perc’ ’cause i’m a lean boy
come get a verse, it only cost two thousand for a feat’, boy
and if you do the song right, you on your feet, boy
yeah, while girly hit my jacks and i need some boy
i said it’s off the pipes and h~llcats, it got a mean noise
i done filled my choppy up with .556s, then them green boys
it got a temper on it, just come and play with this, i got a mean toy
got a temper on it, just come and play with this and i’ll blast it off
if i catch him with his mans, then i’ma whack ’em all
i remember sellin’ xans, then moved to adderall
your lil’~circle orange pill look like a basketball
we gon’ jack you out your sh~t, take the fashion off
i just dropped a ‘wood on my coat, took the fabric off
i’m a rapper, but i be robbin’, i be jackin’, dog
i bet i pull up with that batman, then i’m robbin’ dog
i had to k!ll a witness on the scene, he say he saw it all
he say he saw it all
just made a mini chop, i had to saw it off
we’ll pull up on they block and then they call off
this b~tch just gave me top, she had her bra off
yeah
and now i’m finna park this b~tch and turn the car off
[chorus]
i just made her chew it up ’cause i ain’t want a bag it
had a high limit on twenty credit cards, just know i’m finna crack ’em
doggy think he superman, he must just wanna crash
if you ever cross that line, it’s drip season, not that gunna rapper
i was in the trap cuttin’ up everything back when i wasn’t rappin’
in and out the bank takin’ out pape’, b~tch, i’m forever at it
my fiend love doin’ cocaine, so she forever at it


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