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billionaire black - expose lyrics

[verse 1: billionaire black]
look, bang bang that’s my sh-t
thirty shot clip, i pop sh-t
run up on billy, catch hot sh-t
saying i ain’t out here, n-gga stop it
look, b-tch i’m rolling off a deuce
shouts to them hitters on the deuce
run up on billy, he’ll shoot
let’s expose n-ggas, time to tell the truth
look, you say ball in the streets huh? (ballout)
i ain’t never seen ball in the streets son
catch sd lackin’, front street sign
run up on n-gga, boom boom, n-gga he gone
riding foreign but we use to ride nissan
n-ggas broke, two-third n-ggas peon
chopper with a knife flip a n-gga, he done
you n-ggas get played out like rerun
duck knocked edai on the e-way
picked his head up, sold it on ebay
we be racing for this money like a relay
and i can f-ck your main b-tch any day
no lacking in the field, keep the steel
smoking dope to the face, sour dill
see a lot of these rappers ain’t real
def jam hear this, you gon’ lose your deal
look, ten toes down in the hood
i ain’t keef, i ain’t tweetin’ in the d-mn woods
got the pole on me, wish a n-gga d-mn would
hundred goons with a n-gga, it’s an ambush
street sweeper, man i sweep out the whole block
catch boss top coming out of o-block
red beam, n-gga open up your top
that’s what they get for tryna pull the top on whole clock
look, off the molly probably od
i smoke og by the oz
n-ggas talking like he really know me
if i’m a b-tch f-ck n-gga then show me
let me go back to the old me
when i used to keep thirties in them toaster
hit a n-gga with the cobra and it’s over
f-ck n-gga exposed

[interlude: fbg duck & billionaire black]
gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
these n-ggas know they done f-cked up right
i ain’t really gon’ say too much
then turn up on these n-ggas duck
but, st. lawrence, st. lawrence, st. lawrence
ayy, ayy, turn up

[verse 2: fbg duck]
lil durk say my name, now i think it’s time to murk his -ss
have my shooter lurk for his -ss, late night trying to t-shirt his -ss
slide up and my b-tch with me, got the thirty stuffed in her birkin bags
n-ggas doin’ better and it hurts to say it, f-ck that i can’t black he-rs- his -ss
why the f-ck is they playing these games with me
they knowin’ the thirty shots hang with me
they b-tches, they not who they claim to be
i’m on that you look like a stain to me
opps know it’s not a thing for me
got shooters that make it rain for me
i remain to be st. lawrence streets
’cause them n-ggas did everything for me
you should’ve knew i was none’ to play with
big -ss gun, i stay with
keef think it’s macaroni time but whole time though that’s g-y sh-t
glory boys tellin’ story boys
might rap about guns, never spray sh-t
ballout a b-tch, he ain’t take sh-t, reese just be on a lot of hate sh-t
remember when we drove past bt
it was five of us, y’all was thirteen deep
if we was thirteen deep and caught y’all
y’all would of saw twenty-six feet
n-gga you can lose your life this week
i see y’all think that sh-t sweet
i ride down normal and see no one
this sh-t starting to get weak, woo
boss top say man down on st. lawrence
boy don’t get your -ss smoked tweaking on ganja
and i will let you meet that llama
shout out to them hitters, rip to j munna

[outro: fbg duck & billionaire black]
expose you, b-tch
gang gang

- billionaire black lyrics

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