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burna bandz – no tomorrow lyrics

[chorus: burna bandz]
riding through the city lights
i gotta get it right
glock on my hip, fully auto
we livin’ like no tomorrow
plus my future bright
new brick it’s off white
pull up it’s on sight
told her eat it up, don’t bite
she a freak i won’t wipe it
got demons, i gotta fight it
you won’t ever sleep at night
can’t pitch ’em, i’m indecisive
my n-gg-s ’round me, no license
could’ve snake ’em but i’m righteous
had a lil’ b-tch she a pisces
all hunneds cashed out, i ain’t swipin’

[verse 1: pressa]
aye, uh
now watch ’em fold
the plug, he hit my line, say he need another loan
take a gram out the [inaudible] and i’m the goose on the go
we was playin’ new [inaudible] and we grew up on the stove
and i got money made, couldn’t be ten minutes late
if i hit ’em with the sauce, better send ’em outer sp-ce
and i record myself, i give my engineer a break
there’s millions on the table, it’s just one phone call away
i keep ridin’ dirty, never learned to pick a berry
she’s a bird like she larry
in the pot like i’m harry
cookin’ white like it’s dirty
spin ’em off like the ferry
freddy krueger it get scary
bl–dy hands, bl–dy mary
and, grrrrrrrrahhh
watch me hit it and watch it fall
police park in hood so we jumpin’ on the car
gotta scr-p it, the cameras every single one on the wall
talkin’ cases with drugs

[verse 2: burna bandz]
and these bullets, they spread like virus
yeah we sick like hepat-tis
and she bad might still one night it
plug hit my line, perfect timin’
plug took it to charlie friday
too foreign to trap like brian
in the field like matt ryan
we rap these n-gg-s just rhymin’
glock i’m on double g
i’m with tt or i’m with weeg
free gd ’til he free
if we playin’, we playin’ for keeps
and we rollin’ suv’s
got a fit on my sod’s
they is scared of triple beam
c-m shot, got what you need
and you know i got what you need
youngins on the block in b
pull up get ’em all deceased
scare a n-gg-, called a priest
get it for a smaller fee
know the plug rock with me
and we leave it in the streets
drop him like a pedigree
so i got the recipe
got these b-tches sweatin’ me
haters, won’t let them get to me
and see lemon squeeze
bought these bullets so separately
in the streets like sesame
gettin’ money it’s never clean
them shooters, they on green

- burna bandz lyrics

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