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bia – supabien lyrics

[intro]
supa-bien, uh
uh
cuban on my chain
how my b-tches get the linkin
money on my mind
if you gon ask me what i’m thinkin’
skateboard p
how my jewelry gets to clinkin’
dank og how my clothes gon end up stinkin

[verse]
i’m doin’ supabien, i’m sorry how are you? (how are you?)
alright now back to me, i on that that gin and juice
(i’m on that gin and juice)
they told me never go easy on b-tches
if ever i’m in the booth
ran outta paper
writing my bars on the bible
i been the truth (been the truth)
i still fear the lord
still do what i want
i guess i’m a sinner too (sinner too)
’cause i’m into fine b-tches, and i’m into ni99as too
ain’t never been son’d
ain’t never been n0body’s yout since i been in school
couldn’t walk in my tennis shoes
couldn’t run in my winter boots (winter boots)
money mixed with envy
makes me problems
problems i got plenty
since i got the money
life is gucci
don’t let no b-tch dress me
don’t let no man stress me
snakes in my garden just slithered out (slithered out)
koman ou ye
brought my hitters out (hitters out)
i might just bring karen civil out
word to my zoe man, ‘
cause i chase nothing but dough man
i want monopoly
i’m talkin’ credit like 800 or better
i want a lot for me, i want to own my own property
bankroll, bankroll, big tings, big robe
rain drop, rainbows, peng tings, pesos
aye, aye, let’s go (aye, aye, let’s go)

- bia lyrics

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