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barmyboypapi - he don't know lyrics

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[chorus: barmyboypapi]
he don’t know
what he talking
he want smoke
hit with him with a four

in a foreign
got two doors
like she poor
my b-tch ain’t got no clothes

i got flows boy i rose like i’m gold
she got white on her nose we make it snow
she got no -ss so suck it good when you give throat
like it’s smoke when you sucking you gone choke

[verse 1: barmyboypapi]
aye f-ck that sh-t you with
yo b-tch wanna ride like lyft
boy you ain’t slime you simp
blue notes like i’m a crib
your music like an add
cause i always skip it
pay me in cash i flip it
smoking big gas no midget

i focused on my drip
so i can’t give a f-ck about him (uh huh)
or them or they or her
everywhere i go i k!ll it yessir

in the club it’s free bottle service
all a n-gga ever do is work
prayed to god so i know it’s gone work
d-ck hard cause your girl keep twerking

[chorus: barmyboypapi]
he don’t know
what he talking
he want smoke
hit him with a four

in a foreign
got two doors
like she poor
my b-tch ain’t got no clothes

i got flows boy i rose like i’m gold
she got white on her nose we make it snow
she got no -ss so suck it good when you give throat
like it’s smoke when you sucking you gone choke

[verse 2: barmyboypapi]
uhh an opp want action
like he moving out my shooter packing
get to subtracting boy i solve you first like you a bracket
diamonds dancing and my money it keep my pants sagging
f-ck a catfish, f-ck a p-ssy -ss n-gga capping

boy luh the come up n-ggas blow but they ain’t good lasting
this year i’m gone eat everybody last year i was fasting
i f-cked her hard i would f-ck again if she weren’t ratchet
i’ve always had it since the day i said i’m starting rapping

my b-tch she yellow kinda short i call her my minion
you sleeping on the grind ain’t slime get out my business
do this sh-t so i can go and tell the world that i did it
and you know barmy gang my slatts we just keep on winning

[chorus: barmyboypapi]
he don’t know
what he talk
he want smoke
he him with a four

in a foreign
got two door
like she poor
my b-tch ain’t got no clothes (b-tch ain’t got no clothes)

- barmyboypapi lyrics

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