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10kdunkin - not bruno mars lyrics

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[intro]
—that money, i go hard
jump out with that stick, i’m goin’ hard
mama said my head hard
in that, i take sh+t too far
n+ggas talkin’ on the ‘net
i shoot that boy, swish, all net
your b+tch know i’m ’bout that check
i’m ridin’ around with illegal sh+t
i’m ridin’ around with an illegal stick
hop out the car and let that b+tch hit
thought i wasn’t on that f+ck sh+t—
(it’s dj gren8de)
(ladies and gentlemen, my main man, jaimoe)

[chorus]
yeah, i can’t die for no b+tch, i ain’t bruno mars
let a f+ck n+gga play, i’ma send him to the stars
it ain’t my fault she wanna kick it with a star
let him pull up, i’ma shoot up his car
b+tch, ’bout that money, i go hard
jump out with that stick, i’m goin’ hard
mama said my head hard
in that, i take sh+t too far
n+ggas talkin’ on the ‘net
i shoot that boy, swish, all net
your b+tch know i’m ’bout that check
i’m ridin’ around with illegal sh+t
i’m ridin’ around with an illegal stick
stop the car and let that b+tch hit
thought i wasn’t on that f+ck sh+t, i got ’em duckin’ now
put them bands on a n+gga head, that sh+t ain’t nothin’ now
[verse]
yeah, put them bands on a n+gga head, hе can’t say nothin’ now
yeah, i’m in the coupe countin’ up thеse bands
so much money, think i need more hands
that double cup make me lean like a kickstand
my money tall, the same height as a big man
skinny n+gga but the glock big, man
i thank god ’cause he ain’t let it jam
i do what i want, free my dogs out the can
i do what i want, i do what they can’t
selling that dope, shoutout to my man
everything come together when you stick to the plan
i know that these n+ggas be hatin’, i keep that ceiling fan
i make ben frank do his dance
i flip that money now
designer belt hold up my pants
got a glock on me, you can tell by my stance

[chorus]
yeah, i can’t die for no b+tch, i ain’t bruno mars
let a f+ck n+gga play, i’ma send him to the stars
it ain’t my fault she wanna kick it with a star
let him pull up, i’ma shoot up his car
b+tch, ’bout that money, i go hard
jump out with that stick, i’m goin’ hard
mama said my head hard
in that, i take sh+t too far
n+ggas talkin’ on the ‘net
i shoot that boy, swish, all net
your b+tch know i’m ’bout that check
i’m ridin’ around with illegal sh+t
i’m ridin’ around with an illegal stick
stop the car and let that b+tch hit
thought i wasn’t on that f+ck sh+t, i got ’em duckin’ now
put them bands on a n+gga head, that sh+t ain’t nothin’ now
[outro]
put them bands on a n+gga head, that sh+t ain’t nothin’ now
sos
pull up ’bout that issue
when we pull up, it ain’t nothin’ now
sos
when you sos, it’s like bein’ on a all star team or somethin’, everybody wanna shoot



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