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bernard jabs – what imma do! lyrics

[pre+chorus: ynw melly]
all this money on me
like what i’mma do with all this money on me
what i’m gon’ do with all this money on me, ooh, hold up

[chorus: bernard jabs & ynw melly, both]
ay, you n+ggas is broke, yeah, you heard what i said
don’t wanna go put a .30 on your head
it always be n+ggas who talk to the feds
and they like some b+tches who talk ’bout they necks
i’m never that n+gga who leave it to rest
go at me lil’ n+gga, say it with your chest
and i heard them n+ggas was sending out threats
f+ck you and your mama, and everything yes
hey, f+cking with me you get hit, yeah
you a lil’ p+ssy lil’ b+tch, hey
melvin baby ain’t a snitch, snitch
young n+gga whippin’ up grease, hey
she say she like my wrist, yeah
all of the ice on my wrist, yeah
she wanna f+ck on my clique, yeah
she wanna f+ck on my clique, yeah

[verse 1: bernard jabs]
i can’t ever fold, call my phone, i never answer
say she wanna come home and be my private dancer
hatin’ on me, you broke as sh+t, i went and ran my bands up
trynna tell me by myself, b+tch, what the f+ck you stand for
b+tch i don’t give a f+ck, no, i’m driving and faded
that b+tch ain’t my b+tch if she not into ladies
that b+tch wanna try to trap me with a baby
told that ho to stop it, you know that i’m crazy
they tellin’ me sh+t, i ain’t ever gon’ take it
mama knew that her lil’ boy was gon’ make it
told that b+tch, “girl, you look better when naked”
see n+ggas in public they never gon’ say sh+t, yeah
[pre+chorus: ynw melly & bernard jabs]
all this money on me (hey)
like what i’mma do with all this money on me
what i’m gon’ do with all this money on me, ooh (tried to take it), hold up, (take it)

[verse 2: ynw melly]
my diamond wet, pull up inside with a tec, yeah, wait, yeah
my diamond wet, she wanna f+ck for a check, she know lil’ melly a vet (no cap)
my diamond way to hard (harder), they might go cardiac arrest
these b+tches wanna f+ck on melly baby, but, i’m not gon’ cuff, it ain’t no arrest
oh, d+mn, look at the vvs, look at your b+tch when she suckin’ my d+ck
these n+ggas don’t really be on sh+t (yeah), the glock right under my armpit (yeah)
and that bit’ came with a cooling kit (yeah), all these b+tches gon’ f+ck on me (jit)
n+gga stop playing you really a b+tch, n+gga stop playing you know you a snitch

[chorus: bernard jabs & ynw melly, both]
you n+ggas is broke, yeah, you heard what i said
don’t wanna go put a .30 on your head
it always be n+ggas who talk to the feds
and they like some b+tches who talk ’bout they necks
i’m never that n+gga who leave it to rest
go at me lil’ n+gga, say it with your chest
and i heard them n+ggas was sending out threats
f+ck you and your mama, and everything yes
hey, f+cking with me you get hit, yeah
you a lil’ p+ssy lil’ b+tch, hey
melvin baby ain’t a snitch, snitch
young n+gga whippin’ up grease, hey
she say she like my wrist, yeah
all of the ice on my wrist, yeah
she wanna f+ck on my clique, yeah
she wanna f+ck on my clique, yeah
[verse 3: ynw melly & bernard jabs]
ynw got the big ass gun out, i swear it’s like a desert eagle (slime)
i told her i want it, she like some other people (huh)
old trifling ass b+tch (ah), old ugly ass jit (p+ssy ass)
get pushed in your sh+t (yeah), get punched in your sh+t (lil b+tch, yeah)
h+ll nah, i ain’t f+ck your b+tch (nah+uh)
n+gga, melvin did that sh+t (hahaha)
i ain’t tryna f+ck that b+tch (nah+uh)
i’m stepping in this b+tch (i’m steppin’)
and i’m chillin’ with my clique (my clique)
and i’m boolin’ with my blique (otf)
these b+tches gon’ f+ck ’cause the ice on my neck and vvs’s all on my wrist (my wrist)
got a ynw pending (yeah), bad lil’ ho she sending (sending)
naked pics, she lame as h+ll ’cause we don’t like pretending (no)
ooh, your ass receive [?], i ain’t even receiving (hey)
when yo’ n+gga died it really didn’t hurt me (noo)
yeah, she want me but the p+ssy got herpes

[outro: bernard jabs & ynw melly]
f+ck n+ggas talking ’bout
f+ck n+ggas talking ’bout (talkin’ about, f+ck n+gga)
f+ck n+ggas talking ’bout (the f+ck n+gga)
f+ck n+ggas talking ’bout (talkin’ about)
somebody tell me what the f+ck these n+ggas talking ’bout

- bernard jabs lyrics

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