armanibanz! - wdym? lyrics
wdym? lyrics
[verse 1]
(bluskxy)
(look!)
i+i+i rob that bank, yeah wassup?
[?], yeah that’s still the goat
b+tches on b+tches, i can’t even fold
i got diamonds on my wrist, my sh+t be so cold
“armani, how are you doin?”, i’m doing great
i’m just godd+mn baked, man i feel like an ape
i be minding mine, so how the f+ck did you hate?
i heard you talkin’, now that boy betta escape
[chorus]
what do you mean?
i hear what you sayin’ but, what do you mean?
it ain’t adding up n+gga like, what do you mean?
nah f+ck that sh+t b+tch, i’m finna leave
you got me d+mned b+tch, what do you mean?
nah dumbass b+tch, what the f+ck do you mean?
call me daddy cause i won me that green
not f+ckin’ with these n+ggas, they sayin’ i’m mean
they droppin’ 7’s, till’ i call up kyrie
i rat+tat+tat+da, thеn i skrrt off the scene
no lеbron, i’m finna carry my team
i’ve been f+ckin’ wit you, you hiding behind the screen
ahem, n+gga, where is you at?
walk up to that front door, you finna get clapped
they call me khalil, i stay with the mac
[verse 2]
i’m finna smack you b+tch, you betta get back
she be grippin’ on my d+ck like a all star
i ain’t into rap lil’ b+tch, i’m a rockstar
slidin’ them 6’s, so we pull out the [?]
she ain’t no demon, i feel like a pastor
sick i left ya, huh?
you like when i f+ck like i’m dexter, huh?
you ain’t got no bands, can’t sit next to ya’
i stay with that sh+t, she’s like a chaser, huh?
my problems gonna touch ya, molester yah’
wake up in the morning, get me a bag
i’m workin’ and chase them out, pop me some tags
you ain’t got no bands, get off your ass
around that, how you give a b+tch your last?
all of my n+ggas gonna smart with a mask
on top of those lingers, betta do your task
[?], pose with the jazz
[?]
[chorus]
what do you mean?
i hear what you sayin’ but, what do you mean?
it ain’t adding up n+gga like, what do you mean?
nah f+ck that sh+t b+tch, i’m finna leave
you got me d+mned b+tch, what do you mean?
nah dumbass b+tch, what the f+ck do you mean?
call me daddy cause i won me that green
not f+ckin’ with these n+ggas, they sayin’ i’m mean
they droppin’ 7’s, till’ i call up kyrie
i rat+tat+tat+da, then i skrrt off the scene
no lebron, i’m finna carry my team
i’ve been f+ckin’ wit you, you hiding behind the screen
ahem, n+gga, where is you at?
walk up to that front door, you finna get clapped
they call me khalil, i stay with the mac
i’m finna smack you b+tch, you betta get back
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