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pradabagshawty - blatt blatt lyrics

{chorus}
i know why this b+tch mad
f+cked her, ain’t even text back
try my gang, we blatt blatt (blatt)
leave ’em in a trash bag (bag)
heard you going out sad
b+tch you broke and down bad (bad)
i just f+cked her bestfriend, she treat me like the bad man (bestfriend, ew)
n+gga i’m the hitman, but just call me the xan man (yea)
having molly santan, i sell it to my white friend (yea, what)
taught to slime my bestfriend, i draw down for them benefits (slime, slime!)
diss me in that song, but now he on that brotha’ brotha’ sh+t (brrr)

{versе 1}
n+gga try young prada, leave you slumped up in that trash bag (slumpеd up in that trash bag)
i feel just like santa when i wrap it in a glad bag (yea!)
come ’round my way acting like you hard, now he’s a hashtag (brrr)
n+gga asking questions like that sh+t gone bring his brother back (back)
i be where them bloods at (+bloods at)
glizzy on me, blatt blatt (blatt blatt!)
sn+tch off in a scat pack
he can’t get his b+tch back (no)
ig model, f+ck exotic b+tch, she havin’ face tats (yo)
she just hit my phone wit’ booty pic, i ain’t even ask for that
im like wassup gway? (yo)
oh you got that fat fat? (brrrr)
bankroll bussin’, big racks (yea!)
text yo’ hoe on snapchat (no cap!)
i take off on 12, yea
supercharged that h+llcat
backwood blowin’, ‘zot bag
runtz, i can’t even smoke that (smoke)
n+gga where yo’ hoe at? (woah)
text her, “wassup big head?” (yea)
n+gga where my pole at? (brrr)
stick on me like old+head
i’m wit’ luh q, 5 and them
i be wit’ lil’ mar and them
tp, that’s my patnadem’
blackcard, that’s my patnadem’
g+lock pokin’, 30 round (brrr)
try my gang, we gun ‘ya down (brrr)
all these hoes get passed around
sell her dream, then let her down (down)
i was lost, i’m still ain’t found
holding nuts when i was down
bankroll bussin’, large amount
n+gga whatchu’ talmmat? (+whatchu talmmat?)

{chorus}
i know why this b+tch mad
f+cked her, ain’t even text back
try my gang, we blatt blatt
leave ’em in a trash bag
heard you going out sad
b+tch you broke and down bad
i just f+cked her bestfriend, she treat me like the bad man
n+gga i’m the hitman, but just call me the xan man (xan)
having molly santan, i sell it to my white friend (san, friend)
taught to slime my bestfriend, i draw down for them benefits (friend, yea)
diss me in that song, but now he on that brotha’ brotha’ sh+t

- pradabagshawty lyrics

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