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burner celly - anti lyrics

p+ssy boy you ain’t
a dope dealer
b+tch u stain
sorry that i hit the licc
that to yo b+tch ass out the game
might
pull up with nigerians
sliding in a range
them accounts
like some smoked cheddar
better when it’s aged

baccwood burning like
a sticc full of sage
come around with that bookie money
we gone turn yo page
fucc prosecution
free them k!llers out the cage
praying for my n+gga snow
he gone beat another case

b+tch this ain’t no molly
it’s some boy i just laced
feel like carti all the bad hoes
runnin round my place
10k
bbl
fly her to miami
thеn i put her in g5 and some throw money on hеr face
300 aac
blackouts
can’t trace
glaze your dome
shipleys donuts
we aimin at your face

there n+ggas tommbout fraud
but we ain’t putting down them paccs
and while
while you running her for coochie
i’m running her for raccs

hunger in my stomach
i’ve been hunting for a stat
so i called my bissonett b+tch
to get her on the track

b+tch this ain’t a set upppppp
it’s just a lesson
now turn the money over
cause i need that interception
still screaming fucc the judges
and department of corrections
i ain’t makin not a statement
to a fed that’s asking questions
i called my angels up
i need a blessing
the funds allow proper means
for f and n suppression
im plugged with them
folks
that i ain’t never second guessin
know the code
live and die
by it
and the smith and wesson

this blocc a no drive zone
and i ain’t lying bout it
she love the chemistry
i satisfy her mind body
oh what’s the isssuee n+gga
what you got to say about it
plexin with me
on some k!llin sh+t
u better pray about it

n+ggas think they want my movie
style life
but i’m just warning you
you gotta sacrifice
it ain’t no way around it
the b+tch
is starving
she need saving
what we know about her?
10k bankroll
n+gga
she gone lay about it

the way i’m bonded to the cooper
imma spray about it
and all that ignorant sh+t?
i gotta stay from rine it

i’m out in philly
give a shout out to
my cousin
ronnie
shout out dame terrell
and pop pop brown
i’m still in pain bout it

i’m from the suburbs and there ain’t not fuccin shame about it

sienna p
the neighborhood
i claim around it

upper middle class to be exact

but you wouldn’t understand
cause the picture
ain’t a frame without it

- burner celly lyrics

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