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blxst - how many lyrics

[chorus]
okay, how many bad biddies wanna act up?
finna make a move, l’ma ask once
how many can i fit inside a black truck? (seven, eight)
ain’t enough room, we can lap up
how many broke n+ggas tryna act tough? (how many?)
l’on know, if i was broke, l’d be mad too (ayy)
they been begging me to do it, i’d be glad to
yeah, yeah, ayy

[verse 1]
okay, how many more slaps can i make? (okay)
i’m twenty seconds in, it’s a plaque on the way
okay, how many real n+ggas can relate? (hey)
made it out the bottom like a trap 808
i took it international and kept that sh+t l.a. (for real)
them n+ggas not as passionate, i put that on my ayy
the real people champ, yeah, i’m stampеd heavyweight
pull up in something prеtty, forgot i was ever late
i’m right back to it, ice pack stupid
b+tch, them m’s doubled up, maybach music
while you was cuddled up, i was still on pace to it
i was tryna figure how the f+ck i put a face to it
i bet i touchdown if i put a play to it
tryna show the kids something, coming up when they do it
yeah, i’m done talking, l’ma let the bass do it
[chorus]
okay, how many (yeah) bad biddies wanna act up?
finna make a move, l’ma ask once
how many can i fit inside a black truck? (seven, eight)
ain’t enough room, we can lap up
how many broke n+ggas tryna act tough? (how many?)
l’on know, if i was broke, l’d be mad too (ayy)
they been begging me to do it, i’d be glad to
yeah, yeah, ayy

[verse 2]
okay, ain’t sh+t changed but the rollie went plain (yeah)
family maintained and the homies still gang (okay)
they like, “what you finna do with all this loose change?”
might buy a lil’ yachty, name the boat usain (yeah)
i’m whipping that big body, let that bbl sw+ng
she keep calling me papi like she can’t pr+nounce my name
the x got her confused, she want me to explain
the sooner that you choose, sooner we can part ways
a lot of dark days, looking at the stars gazing (stars gazing)
now we pop out, pull up and park crazy (park crazy)
never thought i would make it this far, baby
that pressure with it like potato, it’s all gravy
ayy (ayy), how you make it look this good?
you know it’s all gas like i packed it in a wood
they gon’ slap it in the whip, they gon’ slap it in the hood
yeah, this ain’t that, don’t get it misunderstood
[chorus]
okay, how many (yeah) bad biddies wanna act up?
finna make a move, l’ma ask once
how many can i fit inside a black truck? (seven, eight)
ain’t enough room, we can lap up
how many broke n+ggas tryna act tough? (how many?)
l’on know, if i was broke, l’d be mad too (ayy)
they been begging me to do it, i’d be glad to
yeah, yeah, ayy

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