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manman badaxx - gassin' lyrics

f-ck all that talking lil’ b-tch i’m ‘bout action
say he getting money i need me a fraction
i don’t know who the f-ck think that they g-ssin’
a hundred round drum on the drake, no relaxing
come out the cut while we get ta clapping
rewrap the brick in an orderly fashion
he from the country you know that we taxin’
street n-ggas stash everything under the mattress
i know these f-ck n-ggas don’t want it with us
smoke you like a swisher i turn you to dust
nasty lil’ b-tch wanna swallow a stuff
gamble wit ya life, you just ran outta luck
s-xy lil’ b-tch but she agy as f-ck
i can’t trust a b-tch got a d-ck she can suck
f-ck on her friend like a dog a sl-t
pull on her hair while i’m smacking her b-tt, aye
god forgive cause i’m finna sin
four deep in this b-tch finna spin a benz
dont knock you off finna spin again
put a hole in your -ss and your mf twin
i know he p-ssed off had to bury his hitman
you bummy as f-ck and you can’t pay the rent man
get your axx shot cause you wanna be big man
thought he was tough left him smelling like sh-t man
thought he was tough it was smelling like sh-t man
bummy as f-ck and you can’t pay the rent man
i know he p-ssed off had to bury his hitman
my mama found out that i’m trappin’
12 hit the spot hide the bricks in the attic
gave birth to a demon a mf savage
nappy head b-tch you know this sh-t get ratchet
xd-m 9mm and it came with attachments
roll up big thuwops you know i can’t p-ss this
thick cougar b-tch she say she want her -ss did
can’t f-ck with my b-tch my b-tch is not average
m-a-f-i-a i snuck in that rod you gon die today
eat up these bullets tooth decay
.38 special that throw away
i’m not superman i can’t save the day
pack came in you know we straight
run in yo sh-t and run out with a safe
i did it again you know i got away
oh oh they ain’t got a clue
you gone get shot if you mf move
it’s a stick up better get with the grove
when its a go i’m on point with the tool
this n-gga a clown like boo boo the fool
lil’ b-tch you can’t trap you need to go back to school
spin round your block like hula hoop
f-ck droppin’ one tryin’ to hit a few
my yungeen fast lane just made the news
bounce out with that k now your life is through
pop out this b-tch like peek-a-boo
can’t come to the trap like who is you
you being a b-tch is nothing new
we love them “drakes” 7.62s
on a l!ck all i know is stick and move
keep up with the pace or your -ss gon’ lose
keep up with the pace or your -ss gon’ lose
on a l!ck all i know is stick and move
boy you being a b-tch is nothing new

gang! gang!

- manman badaxx lyrics

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