remilia bandxz - i wont pass ! lyrics
[chorus: remilia bandxz]
[?]
no
yeah, i might crash out
i’m weighin’ these bags out
i’m smokin’ exotic gas now
ha, ha
you try to run up on me, like, how’d that pan out? (p+ssy ass n+gga)
i’m poppin’ these percs and now, i’m fried just like a hash brown
yeah, yeah
i’m countin’ racks in a benz
don’t want smoke, not with my gang
i’ll do a drive by in a jag
yeah
chop gon’ make you dance
b+tch, i’m remilia bandxz
i roll him up, i’m smokin’ yo mans
yeah, you know that i won’t pass
[verse 1: remilia bandxz]
yeah, i ain’t sippin’ no wine, yeah, this is goop
i just copped me a glock, what it do?
if i pull to yo’ block, i’m gon’ shoot
i love to run it up, ain’t mean to flex on you
i+i+i+i get to the guap, i feel like a jew
i’m a vampire countin’ h+lla blues
if we beefin’, you might as well tie a noose
and if it ain’t ’bout the money, got no clue
[verse 2: restore & sakuya4d]
sippin this cup, designer swag
takin this blunt, straight to the facts
talkin’ dat sh+t get hit with the k
hoe, just shut up, i just want brain
pop another oxy, perc’, yeah, i’m f+cked up
makin’ all these f+ckin plays, got my knots up
eatin good everyday like obama
i’ma bomb his f+ckin’ crib like osama
f+ckin’ on yo’ b+tch, and she call me papa
good gas in my bag like it’s wawa
like it’s wawa, pull up with a choppa
i just want the guala and you ain’t gettin’ nada
i’m a young baller
money gettin’ taller
that b+tch a little stalker
i be sippin’ vodka (i be sippin’ vodka)
[verse 3: sakuya4d]
yeah, hold up, i forget
[?]
hold on, b+tch, where the f+ck my bag, yeah
i might just have to turn this party to a kickback
and i don’t answer questions, leave these b+tches second guessin’
[?]
got a new crash dummy, make him thinkin’ he my mans
i got thotties on the way, b+tch tryna meet remilia bandxz
[?] never fake love, i don’t wanna hold yo’ hand
am i a human or a demon? maybe i’m a f+ckin’ vamp
100 maids in the cut, it was all apart of the plan
i got b+tches (linking bundles with the magic for a stand?)
and we all goin’ to h+ll, yeah, i know about yo’ past
and i’m still on house arrest, that’s why i’m servin’ through the feds
pull up late, i brought my son, watch me do my money dance
and every time i catch a play, they askin’ me why i won’t pass
[chorus: remilia bandxz]
yeah, no
yeah, i might crash out
i’m weighin’ these bags out
i’m smokin’ exotic gas now
ha, ha
you try to run up on me, like, how’d that pan out?
i’m poppin’ these percs and now, i’m fried just like a hash brown
yeah, yeah
i’m countin’ racks in a benz
don’t want smoke, not with my gang
i’ll do a drive by in a jag
yeah
chop gon’ make you dance (9ensokyo)
b+tch, i’m remilia bandxz
i roll him up, i’m smokin’ yo mans
yeah, you know that i won’t pass
[outro: remilia bandxz]
yeah
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