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biever boys - b & b lyrics

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[verse 1: nuberius]
cop a n-gg- if he cracking
if he slacking, gonna track him like a kraken, yo
throw him back in the deep end
‘cause he creeping and dreaming on these n-gg-s like whoa

i know kung fu like i’m f-cking po
run these streets like a f-cking pro
i’ve been waiting for your -ss at the door
take your sh-t and your f-cking ho

this ain’t a joke, i’m no f-cking chappelle
run on yo -ss, got no ammo repel
i control you like it’s a f-cking spell
run or hide, you got no one to tell

weep and cry like a little b-tch
i don’t care if you blood or crip
tell your squad, you little f-cking snitch
biever boys is who you f-cking with

[verse 2: holuma]
i’m popping these pills like pellets out a gun
i fly in the building like 2000 one
nine double one the track until it’s done
i taliban tally up bands till it’s gone

i’m double one stacked up, your mans getting none
i doubled my b-tch and i added the sum
subtracted that b-tch cause she added a son
f-ck that b-tch and i ain’t kidding we done

i’m missing division from money that comes
in from the shows that i smoke up like lungs
accountants are counting and saying they done
with thumbing my money, their hands going numb

they can’t do the math, nah, those boys are too dumb
there’s too many zeros compared to the ones
there’s too many heroes compared to the ones
that’s really out here doing sh-t on the run

[bridge: holuma]
wrote some bars and did some shows
wrote some flows and then i rose
now i know these famous hoes
sip rosé with amber rose

wrote some bars and did some shows
wrote some flows and then i rose
now i know these famous hoes
sip rosé with amber rose

[verse 3: e-trex]
i know flows and this is cold
i ride low with wheels that’s chrome
bangers h-t you in your dome
coroner goin’ send you home

i’m with the gang and we cashed out and bagged it
only f-ck with my bros, so i guess i’m a f-ggot
we packed up the snow in the back and then wrapped it
just like all these b-tches, these beats they be slapping

this sh-t could turn tragic, who ready for action
my gang is some wolves, we divide up your fractions
we rapping, we capping, we clapping up n-gg-s
my blade slice the air while you gripping your triggers

we lynching them n-gg-s, our bounty get bigger
isis is steadily counting up figures
i’m feeling myself, think i need liquor
take your b-tch home to decap her, then stick her

[verse 4: krayda]
yo girl on my gram
and she say i’m that n-gg-
i don’t want seconds
i’m keeping my figure
i don’t got seconds
my time is expensive
like audemars piguet
i’m chasing the skrilla

you n-gg-s is reckless
man, y’all need a sitter
toxic, like alcohol when it hit liver
skrrt and i swerve on you n-gg-s
i’m moving in silence
i’m not talking whisper, ayy

all black, no bruce wayne
flipping bricks, no cocaine
in the cut, no band-aid
when you hit the wall, no spay paint

super-villain call me bane, ayy
i gotham going insane, ayy
my pen spazzing like wayne on you n-gg-s
i got that ice in my veins, ayy

[chorus: nuberius]
i got your b-tch and i got them balmains
i got your b-tch and i got them balmains
i got your b-tch and i got them balmains
i got your b-tch and i got them balmains
i got your b-tch and i got them balmains
i got your b-tch and i got them balmains
i got your b-tch and i got them balmains
balmains

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