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houdini x burna bandz - bank account (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: houdini]
i’m up in the trap with a b-tch, she holding the package and sh-t
i get it and vanish it quick, these n-gg-s be h–rding the sh-t
got ash on my balmains and zip, you still rock abercrombie and fitch
i got work, ima flip it, ring on my phone that’s a nip
uptop yeah, don’t come to my block yeah
h-lla glocks yeah, send a hunned shots yeah
said he’s gonna circle to the ends and it’s so hot d-mn
fishy tints pull up and get vanished like it’s not there
he a gerber, can’t even put in no work
quick learner, out of town earner
walking down the strip, i’m giving tokes and taking numbers
got gunners, you can just call me hou da untorunner
i just went outta town in my louie v runners
serving buckety’s back to back for 3 summers
free up all my dawgs in them orange jumpers
missing birthdays and them hot summers
w-ssa’s with me, loaded clip filthy
burn his -ss then go chase that bag, call it grilled cheese
she wanna do me, but she gotta pay me
baby, you don’t want this d-ck it’ll drive you crazy

[hook: burna bandz]
i got 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
bad b-tches ready to do the gang, ready to do the gang
ready to do the gang, ready to do the gang
ready to do the gang, ready to do the gang
i got 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
hunned w-ssa’s ready to gun you down
hop out and run you down, hop out and run you down
ready to gun you down, w-ssa’s they gun you down
ready to gun you down

[verse 2: burna bandz]
hunned bros and they gone score in a blink
my guys they some demons and sh-t
for a stick hit a lick for that sh-t
ride around with the bigs in the whip
catch a opp it get lit like a bic
pookie got the .40 little b-tch
don’t make bro rise it off the hip
or it’s gone be a nightmare lil b-tch
then it’s back to the jane and the drift
but it’s 30 in the glizz like steph
know burna gone blow like a ref
double g on my feet when i step
might switch it up with giuseppe’s
and these n-gg-s they know what i rep
still throwing them 3’s for the set
b-tch i was made in them ‘ject’s
tell them free my team, we see a opp it going crazy
k!llers all around they all w-ss gang crazy
i’m in love with the cash like it was meant for me
for the love of the cash we sinning heavenly
for the love of the gang bronem let it squeeze
hunned shooters on the court but they ain’t in the league
come through my block, put your life in jeopardy
trey pound next to me, bullets sold separately
burna got the w-ss, that’s why they envy me

- houdini x burna bandz lyrics

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