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bvngs - herald lyrics

[intro: dj m80]
children, if your momma—
[?] children here, i’ll start it— oh they gonna listen to this
if your momma ain’t from bay way
you ain’t ‘bout it

i think they need to understand that they call you bvngs for a reason
bang bang, hahaha
word up we’re here on the set
rochester to brooklyn

[verse 1: bvngs]
b+tch better call cupid
shorty said she was in love, i looked at her like she stupid
income tax, cop some new sh+t
but ain’t sh+t gucci till you go and get that tube fixed
stuck up b+tch you and your crew, you b+tches clueless
took off my jacket, more drip, it’s like it’s two fits
you n+ggas p+ssy on my soul if the shoe fits
mad he can’t ask for a shot, this ain’t zеus b+tch
i’ma get money b+tch, comma
you a little b+tch, gеt your mama
stepping over hunts, big dog laying a llama
praying seven times a day but eat poor [?]
said he never tell but i still think he gonna
p+ssy you keep thinking you the man of juwanna
you’s a bird n+gga, the number one stunner
i knew you ran your mouth, but i ain’t knew you was a runner
[interlude: dj m80]
smack another side tooth out these dudes’ face bvngs
these hats still wearing tricks out here, they can’t compare
smashing for weed and black & milds

[verse 2: bvngs]
is that her? she look damaged
you gon’ f+ck for some bread, at least get your baby a sandwich
you weak b+tches make my eyes twitch
irk my soul so much, i close my eyes, she in my eyelids
why all the makeup, you a pirate?
we shop at the same place, but you ain’t get the sh+t that i get
called a loser, why you parking?
’cause i don’t really f+ck with n+ggas, don’t that make me a target?
who you think you big punk?
he said it’s so hard, he gon’ forgot i said huh
i’m so row, hoes multiply when i come
through it’s over, when i leave it’s no fun
dipping when n+ggas start tripping
life too precious, only came for the chicken
if this was a sport, you wouldn’t make it past the first inning
never less, i’m the best, you the worst in it

[outro: dj m80]
there’s no competition
we gon’ call the motherf+ckers a bunch of heralds
’cause they sound like they belong on a sitcom, you heard?
bang bang bang bang

- bvngs lyrics

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