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billionaire black - clout train lyrics

[intro: billionaire black]
gang
smokin’ the biggest f+ckin’ ‘wood right now, shorty
y’all know what the f+ck goin’ on
let’s get it

[verse 1: billionaire black & jino dollaz]
look, all my guns go r+t+rded, sk with me, n+gga, dump heat, ayy (dump heat)
b+tch, i go hard, super hard, street sh+t, n+gga, concrete, ayy (wow)
n+ggas talkin’ hard, k!ll his ass on front street, front seat, ayy
n+gga run up on me, let the gun speak, n+gga, let the gun speak, ayy (let’s get it, gang)
b+tches all on my d+ck, wanna take a pic ’cause they know that we the sh+t (billy)
f+ckin’ opp hoes from lamron, 600, back to 4+6, yeah (you feel me?)
n+gga run up on me, let the pole spit, got ’em like, “oh, sh+t,” yeah (“oh, sh+t,” boom)
b+tch, we ridin’, we in motion, sippin’ purple potion, yeah (jino)
[verse 2: jino dollaz]
on the block, smokin’ dope with the guys, call up the money team (skeeze gang)
never lackin’, pistol+packin’, come through your block lettin’ that .40 sing
left his ass facedown in the dirt, call that a dirty [?] (r.i.p. him)
mama cryin’, sister cryin’, daughter cryin’ as i flee the scene (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt+skrrt)
seen your homie, caught his ass, left his ass open with the same [?]
opp dropper jino savage, yeah, n+gga, i’m droppin’ everything
bdk, gdk, die five if you ain’t with the team (skeeze gang)
gettin’ money, foreign cars, f+ckin’ b+tches, i’m livin’ the f+ckin’ dream (gang, gang)

[verse 3: sg lil moe]
hundred guns with them drums, pull up on you with the gang five+deep (gang)
extortion gang, skeeze gang, fbg, p+ssy n+gga, same thing (p+ssy)
all my n+ggas, they insane, no brain, known to shoot, keep heat (reckless)
pull up on you, thirty popper, head knocker, heartstopper, go to sleep
no mask, show the strap, do his ass, let his ass know it’s me
toe tag, body bag, man, i pray the neighbors don’t notice me (woo)
i’m a bug, feed him slugs, thirty stick in the glock 23 (glah)
fifty shots, body drop, tec+9 turn the block ‘to a murder scene (b+tch)

[verse 4: king yella & fbg duck]
red range, black ‘vette, forgis on it, i’m on my king sh+t
backpage, vegas strip, real n+gga, b+tch, that’s that peach sh+t (i’m [?], b+tch)
kush smoke, gun smoke, king yella been on that reckless sh+t (reckless, reckless, b+tch)
catch you lackin’ at the light, n+gga, let that chop’ k!ll a b+tch (skeeze gang)
never lackin’, michael jackson, billy got it tucked up off in his jeans (glah, glah, glah)
n+ggas p+ssy, n+ggas scared, when we pop out, b+tch, it’s halloween (rrr)
michael myers, freddy, and jason, yeah, all the k!llers, yeah, it’s a murder scene (argh)
skeeze gang, we the demons, yeah, we run the city, y’all ain’t on a thing (goofy, gang+gang)
[verse 5: fbg duck]
bought a chopper, load the chopper, use the chopper, lose the chopper, woah (brrt+’rrah)
excuse me, mama, that’s your daughter? she get slaughtered, she don’t know whose the baby’s father, woah
on his head, price tag, it’s all bad, pipes rise, life flash (brrt)
headshot, wheelchairs, insurance, therapy, sh+tbags (pew)
in the kitchen water whippin’, cookin’ chicken, duck done got whiplash (sh+t)
pretty b+tch sucked my d+ck, i had to bend her over with her thick+ass (thot)
your b+tch deepthroat d+ck and you don’t know sh+t with my sl!ck+ass (woah)
you not on sh+t, don’t tote sh+t, won’t blow sh+t, we know this, ya b+tch+ass (money)

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