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sb xans, kahzi ll - price tag lyrics

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[pre+chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (what, what)
balenciaga b+tch, finna keep the price tag (balenciaga, tag)
when you see my ass it’s gonna be a red flag (red flag)
red flag, b+tch i’m banging red rags (red flag, red)
red on red, b+tch i’m really like that (red on red, b+tch)
got on h+lla drip, b+tch i’m wearing all black

[chorus]
pop out with a stick
i ain’t kiddin’ b+tch
why am i so lit
don’t know why i’m lit
sb xans, b+tch
don’t know why i’m sick
why am i so lit
i don’t know, i’m lit
i don’t+

[verse 1: sb xans]
why am i missin’ sh+t, i don’t know (i don’t know)
when i’m always in the block, always grippin’ on my pole, and it blow (grippin on my pole, blow)
skrttin’ in the whip, i be on the road, on patrol (on patrol)
and when i see a n+gga, hit em’ with the scope (gang gang)
f+ckin’ b+tch, sprayin’ all these bullets, leave you with a hole
i hate snitchеs i ain’t kiddin’, i’ma make this .40 blow (ayy)
i ain’t kiddin’, i’ma hit you with this pole
i just want a girl, i don’t want a ho (f+ckin’ b+tches)
[pre+chorus]
yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah (what, what)
balenciaga b+tch, finna keep the price tag (balenciaga, tag)
when you see my ass it’s gonna be a red flag (red flag)
red flag, b+tch i’m banging red rags (red flag, red)
red on red, b+tch i’m really like that (red on red, b+tch)
got on h+lla drip, b+tch i’m wearing all black

[chorus]
pop out with a stick
i ain’t kiddin’ b+tch
why am i so lit
don’t know why i’m lit
sb xans, b+tch
don’t know why i’m sick
why am i so lit
i don’t know, i’m lit
i don’t+

[verse 2: kahzi ll]
brand new prada b+tch i’m finna keep the price tag
i’ma buy designer, then i’ma make right back
got the choppa on my hip with the right mag
ain’t no n+gga nor a b+tch gettin’ up in my bag
i’ma that keep the rifle on me like i’m from iran
i got yo b+tch wit’ me, she feelin’ up on my pants
she a groupie, she see my money and she gon’ dance
keep the heavy metal if a n+gga try to touch the bands
that banana clip, it make em’ go bananas
we spin yo block and turn sh+t to a banaza
on a money run, that cash sh+t i ran up
bad lil’ b+tch a cancer, pour wock in the fanta
i gotta stick to the code, ain’t no f+ckin’ switchups
that n+gga ain’t got motion, he need to go get his sh+t up
i get faded than a ho, backwoods ain’t no swishers
and even when i’m talking my sh+t, b+tch i’m still gettin’ richer
[pre+chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (what, what)
balenciaga b+tch, finna keep the price tag (balenciaga, tag)
when you see my ass it’s gonna be a red flag (red flag)
red flag, b+tch i’m banging red rags (red flag, red)
red on red, b+tch i’m really like that (red on red, b+tch)
got on h+lla drip, b+tch i’m wearing all black

[chorus]
pop out with a stick
i ain’t kiddin’ b+tch
why am i so lit
don’t know why i’m lit
sb xans, b+tch
don’t know why i’m sick
why am i so lit
i don’t know, i’m lit
i don’t+



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