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armanibanz! - tik tokers pt. 2 ! lyrics

tik tokers pt. 2 ! lyrics
[intro]
e+e+enrgy made this one!

[verse: armanibanz, bdg dizzy, & lil garbage truck]
we makin’ bands, and y’all n+ggas not
found the opps, now we campin’ out, on they f+ckin’ block
we finna walk down and beat they ass, since they talkin’ hot
[?] in the trap, i’m out here singin’ like i’m travis scott
n+ggas be cappin’, they makin’ cash, but they really not
really got scammed, [?], i know you n+ggas hot
i’on’t got opps, ’cause i can’t beef if you ain’t got a lot (ayy)
i just want top, ’cause i can’t f+ck, these b+tches really thots (lil garbage truck, yuh!)
i just got top, and scared it off and left her in ‘er feels
spinnin’ his block, we skin his ass like a orange peel
he hard on the block, but under pressure that n+gga gon’ squeal
broke ass n+ggas out hеre fightin’ over oatmeal
uh, thеm bands come i done made a few
i run up to the mall, and blow a bag on some f+ckin’ shoes
i ain’t talkin’ nikes lil’ n+gga i’m talkin’ christian loubs
thumbin’ through my chicken lil’ n+gga, i’m thumbin’ through them blues
come and shop at foot locker n+gga, ’cause i be sellin’ shoes
i be sellin’ too so whatchu want i might just sell to you
that n+gga need a snitch award, gold medal you
i think i need the bl!ck award, ’cause i’mma step on you
i think i need the sh+t award, (why?), ’cause i’m sh+ttin’ on b+tches
and he don’t need that bl!ck award because he shootin’ and missin’
aye you a lil’ ass boy, n+gga mind yo’ business
and i just f+cked this n+gga’ b+tch, and i gave her kisses
d+mn, that n+gga really just f+cked my b+tch
b+tch was suicidal told that b+tch, “lemme slit yo’ wrist”
told me she was pregnant now i’m finna go slit my wrist
i just got pulled over, had to hide the grams
grandma won’t shut the f+ck up, i’m ’bout to k!ll my gramps!
beat a n+gga’ ass and f+cked his grams!
d+mn, yeah, that b+tch bad as h+ll
hittin’ her from the back her booty clap that sh+t fat as h+ll
send her n+gga a video of us f+ckin’, he ’bout mad as h+ll
f+ckin’ on this fat b+tch, she ’bout big as a f+ckin’ whale
i just hit a b+tch for 50 cents, at the taco bell!
spread that b+tch legs, gotd+mn, what the f+ck’s that smell?
slide up in yo’ b+tch, you can call me gary the snail
pulled her legs up, i see a d+ck, n+gga what the h+ll!
told that b+tch to come over, and come jingle my bells
(oh, jingle bells) ring a ding ding ding ding
she just jingled my bells!
i’m out here huntin’ for the coochie like hunter x hunter
how are you doing today i’m the coochie muncher
[?] flow, i f+cked his hoe and that n+gga punched her
i’m scarin’ the coochie you can call me the coochie monster
pulled up, on a n+gga, wit’ a, rocket launcher
got a physical and the doctor looked at my d+ck
she was like “gaw d+mn!”
we out this b+tch, man, tik tokers part two

- armanibanz lyrics

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