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giza, che trill & yung bans - forgery lyrics

[chorus: j stash]
i don’t f+ck with no f+ck n+gga, you a f+ck n+gga can’t f+ck with ya
lil n+gga, relax, lil n+gga, relax
i don’t f+ck with no f+ck n+gga, you a f+ck n+gga can’t f+ck with ya
lil n+gga, relax, lil n+gga, relax
i don’t f+ck with no f+ck n+gga, you a f+ck n+gga can’t f+ck with ya
lil n+gga, relax, yeah
i don’t f+ck with no f+ck n+gga, you a f+ck n+gga can’t f+ck with ya
lil n+gga, relax

[verse 1: giza]
your n+gga’s a rookie (he is), we+we all in my spot, i hit her one time (ayy come here), now she ask for the room key (where you at?)
b+tch give me some room please (get back), ain’t took an l yet just some ws
coolin’ (yes sir), we workin’, [?] the movement (grat)
relax can’t be shootin’, imma call up my shottas (where they at?)
someone gеt him a docta, my lingo is propa (easily), mr. phantom of opera (yeah)
thesе hoes they gossip, young giza the topic (uh, ayy, ayy), [?], these [?] i rock ’em (ooh, ooh)
with, this rap sh+t i got them (i did), batman .40, no gotham (huh?)
batman and robin (what?), uh, i might rob him
new custom denim [?] (okay), new whips yeah i’m tryna floss ’em (we gone)
where he gone, i don’t know, ayy (that boy gone), in atlanta they lost him (where he at?)
uh, i+i be with boss an ’em, that rari don’t cost nun (it don’t), ayy
c+call up rick ross and ’em, she see me i’m flossin’ (skrrt!), ayy

[chorus: j stash]
i don’t f+ck with no f+ck n+gga, you a f+ck n+gga can’t f+ck with ya
lil n+gga, relax, yeah
i don’t f+ck with no f+ck n+gga, you a f+ck n+gga can’t f+ck with ya
lil n+gga, relax, yeah
[verse 2: che trill]
li+lil n+gga, relax (ayy), we rolled up the fruit pack (what?)
we snuck the molly in his hat, in the backpack, where the strap at, give it up where the stash at (where the stash?)
up in the party (woo), sippin’ the lean, f+ck the bacardi (drank gone)
[?] showed up under [?] (i’m leaning), gisueepe my garments like d+mn
swervin’ like this (woo, woo), breakin’ your b+tch, breakin’ my wrist (flex, woo, woo)
margiela’s the sh+t (flex), i’m flexin’ that sh+t
ayy like d+mn, swervin’ like this (woo, woo), breakin’ your b+tch, breakin’ my wrist (ayy, flex)
mar+margiela’s the sh+t (flex), i’m flexin’ that sh+t, yeah

[verse 3: yung bans]
bans, money in my pants (my pants)
i+i+i+i+i don’t do no plan, all i do is money dance (cash)
bi+bi+b+tch i’m micheal phelps (uh), swimmin’ in the check (uh)
i never had to flex (yeah), smokin’ dope by myself, gettin’ money by myself
all i know is finnese (finnese), i might tat it on my chest
b+tch it’s banboi (bans), and i just got the checks (woo)
your b+tch she want me next (woo)
but i don’t want relationship, imma hit her then i jet (gone)
[chorus: j stash]
i don’t f+ck with no f+ck n+gga, you a f+ck n+gga can’t f+ck with ya
lil n+gga, relax, yeah
i don’t f+ck with no f+ck n+gga, you a f+ck n+gga can’t f+ck with ya
lil n+gga, relax, yeah

- giza che trill yung bans lyrics

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