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flyo & ms banks - still the best lyrics

[intro]
oh, this is so k!ll, flyo
this is so cool
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
uh
yo

[verse 1]
here we go again (go again)
bad b-tch, i don’t ever beg friend (never, ever)
h-lla ps so you know i like to spend (woo, woo)
got my own, i ain’t never gotta lend, gotta lend (gotta lend)
hot girl, yes, she peng (yes, she peng)
free up ann my n-ggas in the pen (in the pen)
funny, i started with a paper and a pen
couple years later, now i’m makin’ paper off the pen
sh-t’s leng
it’s all good in the hood (in the hood)
young boss, i’ma do ’em like suge (like suge)
comin’ for me, yeah, them b-tches wish they could (wish they could)
flow tight comin’ like your new books
what’s good?
yeah, they call me banks
comin’ from the struggle, now it’s six os in the bank
top tier level sh-t, number one in the ranks
man, i been a real one and you hoes tom hanks (uh, uh)

[chorus]
gimme my respect (my respect)
put a couple commas on my cheque (on my cheque)
been the best and still the best (still the best)
nothin’ more, nothin’ less (no stress)
gimme my respect (my respect)
put a couple commas on my cheque (on my cheque)
been the best and still the best (still the best)
nothin’ more, nothin’ less (no stress)

[verse 2]
comin’ from the south
funny what a ho will do for clout (do for clout)
why you keep runnin’ up your mouth? (uh)
talkin’ all that gang sh-t (uh), that ain’t what you really ’bout (uh)
what you sayin’?
and you know we ain’t playin’ (ain’t playin’)
one call and my n-ggas get to sprayin’ (get to sprayin’)
might just pull up where you layin’
bruddas get to vacayin’
i ain’t goin’ half way, i’m goin’ way in (boom)
like that n-gga drake (uh)
you gon’ always be a c-nt, no matter how much ps you make
tell me, why beef when there’s so much still at stake?
all that online cappin’, only so much i can take
n-ggas fake
i just do what i do (uh)
back then, every day it was rice and stew
now i’m in mayfair, novikov, n0bu (uh)
d-mn right, little b-tch, i don’t wanna be you (be you)
who am i?
little n-gga, who are you? (who are you?)
talkin’ smack, tell me what you’re gonna do (what you’re gonna do)
ayy, they ain’t f-ckin’ with the crew (yeah)
comin’ from the 17 (yeah), couldn’t walk in my shoes
no way (no way)
every day, man, i gotta get paid
comin’ with the gang, then you know we’re gonna slay
servin’ up these b-tches on a tray (yeah, i is)
they don’t want it, mayday, mayday (haha)

[verse 3]
eat it up, f-ck me good, suck my toes
first date, told him get rid of them hoes
tonight you ain’t chillin’ with the bros (uh-uh)
i tell you how it’s gonna go
you’re gonna come ’round mine
pull up like half nine
back blown, sendin’ chills all up my spine
got him whipped the way i dip it, fine dine (uh, uh, uh)
never had the taste of fine wine
gettin’ better with time
but still i’m in my prime (uh)
your old girl still sour like lime
18k, you can see the way i shine (i shine)
banksy, one of a kind
i might just blow your mind (uh)
when i pop it
mad sk!ll, no one can’t clock it
antic-p-tin’ like a, when i drop it (ah)
no we ain’t, ain’t stoppin’

[outro]
haha
yeah, perfect

- flyo ms banks lyrics

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