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billionaire black – rappin’ & robbin’ lyrics

[intro: billionaire black]
turn up (bang)
turn up (bang)
(d+g+a+i+n+z)
bang, bang, bang

[chorus: billionaire black]
don’t get it f+cked up, n+gga, if i wasn’t rappin’ (huh)
i’d still be robbin’, catchin’ n+ggas lackin’ (you cappin’)
run up on him, put the four+nickel in his face (bang)
banger in his mouth, ask the p+ssy n+gga, “how it taste?”
don’t get it f+cked up, n+gga, if i wasn’t rappin’ (huh)
i’d still be robbin’, catchin’ n+ggas lackin’ (you cappin’)
run up on him, put the four+nickel in his face (billionaire)
banger in his mouth, then ask the p+ssy n+gga, “how it taste?” (billionaire, billionaire, billionaire)
[verse 1: billionaire black]
n+ggas talkin’ like i ain’t been on the trey (huh?)
b+tch, i’m still gettin’ money, trappin’ every day (i’m paid)
keep a tool on me, n+gga, get screwed up (bang)
widebody chevy like you my n+ggas ridin’ school bus (we gone)
you n+ggas sneak dissin’, i ain’t gon’ say your name (uh)
i ain’t tryna give you airtime, you n+ggas want the fame (that’s a shame)
0+5+what? (what?) .45 bust
bet four, five duck, but (ha)
on another note, b+tch, i’m still gettin’ paid
and i got a main b+tch, but i’m still gettin’ laid
you better get your girl ’cause she all on me, bruh (billionaire)
nah, i ain’t friendly, i ain’t tryna be your homie, bruh (billionaire)
hop up out the whip and spray your ass with the tommy, bruh (bang)
50 got a fifty, rest in peace you and your homie, bruh
yeah, and my goons love the gunplay
we bet’ not catch y’all goofy+ass comin’ up that one+way

[chorus: billionaire black & 50 shots]
don’t get it f+cked up, n+gga, if i wasn’t rappin’ (brrat)
i’d still be robbin’, catchin’ n+ggas lackin’ (it’s 50)
run up on him, put the four+nickel in his face (baow)
banger in his mouth, ask the p+ssy n+gga, “how it taste?”

[verse 2: 50 shots]
crunchtime, ran out, call the gwala
wartime, b+tch, ask about me, b+tch, i’m a shotta
it’s lunchtime, we at your head like a fitted cap
matter fact, billonaire’ll push his fitted back
hit his ass up, took off through the gangway
black gloves, black shirt, me, and a sk
i’m on fire, hotter than a fever
chopper hit his ass, left him shakin’ like a seizure
hottie world, b+tch, yeah, we livin’ in a zoo
banana clips on the gun, what you wanna do?
fifty shots in the clip got a n+gga confident
playin’ all them games, have the dirt as your residence
money’s evident, money ova everything
chain hang low, gun down to my dingaling
i might not have a pinky ring, but i got a bankroll
blowin’ money fast, throwin’ money on these stank hoes
[chorus: billionaire black]
don’t get it f+cked up, n+gga, if i wasn’t rappin’ (huh)
i’d still be robbin’, catchin’ n+ggas lackin’ (you cappin’)
run up on him, put the four+nickel in his face (bang)
banger in his mouth, ask the p+ssy n+gga, “how it taste?”
don’t get it f+cked up, n+gga, if i wasn’t rappin’ (huh)
i’d still be robbin’, catchin’ n+ggas lackin’ (you cappin’)
run up on him, put the four+nickel in his face (billionaire)
banger in his mouth, then ask the p+ssy n+gga, “how it taste?”

[outro: billionaire black & 50 shots]
yeah, you f+ck n+ggas know what it is, man
it’s drill season, bang
welch world to hottie world, n+gga
brrat
you know what it is – jaro city, hottie world
we don’t give no f+ck, l’s or sh+lls, n+gga
got me in this b+tch with billionaire, f+ck n+ggas
f+ck around and catch a body in this b+tch

- billionaire black lyrics

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