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bless gang - new tymers lyrics

[verse 1: luchi f]
money mitch, foreign whips, vvs, what a wrist
gotta check, got too flex
hit the strip, took ya b-tch
muddy sip, taking trips
buying all expensive sh-t
goyard this, moncler that
diamonds yellow, color p-ss
when i was broke, they didn’t want me
now they all on my d-ck
call the trap house u.p.s
the way we make the package ship
and my neck dripping wet
like look i throw it off the ship
tell my b-tch to bring a b-tch
and never p-ss her to her b-tch

[verse 2: richy clout]
big face, rollie, on my wrist (bling!)
pop a n-gga like a zit
tatted like a migos (b-tch!)
me and rarri on our migos sh-t
leave n-gga on the strip
hunnit rounds and that draco make his body flip
bad b-tch with the sh-ts
she ain’t tuff, when i’m giving d-ck
-ss fat, watch it flip
can you do that on the d-ck
one leg in the air
can you do it on a chair

[verse 3: zah rarri]

the choppa got kick
i call it wasabi
run up on me, i’m catching a body
pull-up on yo block, i’m catching a homi
33 got me moving like scottie
if you ain’t tryin’ to f-ck, the f-ck did you came?
before you do me, b-tch you gotta do the gang
i ain’t tryna talk or number exchange
i don’t wanted f-ck, b-tch i want the brain
pull-up rarri, f-ck a b-tch inna rari
pull-up (skuuur) huh? f-ck a b-tch inna rari

[chorus 1: richy clout]
-ss fat, watch it flip

[chorus 2: zah rarri]
f-ck a b-tch inna rari

[chorus 3: richy clout]
one leg in the air

[chorus 4: luchi f]
tell my b-tch to bring a b-tch
and never p-ss her to her b-tch (ah)

[x2]

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