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burdie nyc - static lyrics

(dlo on the beat)
[hook]
really i get to the bag
my n-ggas is ballin we poppin em tags
p-ssed on ya shorty her p-ssy was trash
flexin my diamonds these n-ggas is mad

[verse 1]
n-ggas be rappin cappin
into in man these n-ggas be actin
young boys ain’t into the chattin
drum long 30 clip it be clappin
put a whole drum in ya face lawyer jewish so we beatin the case
guerrila shirt so i feel like a ape
runnin to it like i’m tryna escape
maserati whip
n-gga tried it got em hit
20 bands inside a duffle
i feel like a walking l!ck
forever solid f-ck a snitch
leave em deady ina ditch
swiping visas yellin gltt
tyb i’ll take ya b-tch
labels callin i’m declining gettin to it by myself
i been valid since a youngin i ain’t ever need no help
couple n-ggas showed they colors i ain’t tripping get em dealt
where i’m from you either gang bang or bang by ya self
by ya self
where i’m from you either gang bang or bang by ya self
by ya self
where i’m from you either gang bang or bang by ya self

[hook]
really i get to the bag
my n-ggas is ballin we poppin em tags
p-ssed on ya shorty her p-ssy was trash
flexin my diamonds these n-ggas is mad

really i get to the bag
my n-ggas is ballin we poppin em tags
p-ssed on ya shorty her p-ssy was trash
flexin my diamonds these n-ggas is mad

[verse 2]
i’m valid wherever
fly guy man givenchy the sweater
f-ck her once i ain’t eva gon sweat her
ex b-tch yeah i really regret ha
i’m getting money so it’s really whatever
whoever want it they could get it whenever
free smoke n-gga whatever the weather
your wifey callin sayin that i get her wetter i did it better
i did it better i guess i’m the man now
now n-ggas is hating bro
sneak dissin but you smile in my face
my word you a man down
man down if a hand down then we lettin off we ain’t playin round
boy i drip sauce let a clip off ona opp block then i dip off
dip off drip sauce your shorty panties what i slip off
if money short then you or ya n-gga life what the sh-t cost
so get lost
tip off
i went and got it now they p-ssed off
if the money talking then the bullsh-t walking boy i been about it get ya sh-t tossed
[hook]

really i get to the bag
my n-ggas is ballin we poppin em tags
p-ssed on ya shorty her p-ssy was trash
flexin my diamonds these n-ggas is mad

- burdie nyc lyrics

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