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screwstache - bean talk lyrics

strictly paper talk n+ggas speaking motion
run it up my father taught me b+tch can’t help my focus
give a f+ck ain’t got no dollar problems blew that on potion
i don’t know where that b+tch p+ssy been might have to use a trojan d+mn

exotic blunts and yay b+tch we keep it blowin yeah
pacific keep it week like water hydraa keep it flowin hey
45’s and drakes jony keep it totin
b+tch i’m spittin flippin off the bar the xanny keep it floatin aye

d+mn aye all my b+tches tee
got this big ass f&n this b+tch gone knock him to his knees

yeah 20 xans and grams tell me what you need
i got pills by the bottle i got gas by the p

thick b+tch threw that fat sh+t on her smack her on the cheek
all black for the fashion on me hoodie and a ski

yeah 20/20 vision when i shoot the shot is clean
when i feel thе need i’m whippin out that bl!cky is mean

n+gga f+ck me? i got a beam and that b+tch cool as hеll
catch a n+gga slippin with his homie send him to the h+ll
police on the whip caught a dog but it ain’t peep the smell
sliding w that big ??? it ain’t for show and tell
talking sh+t i whip out wait yeah
talking sh+t i whip out bl!ck he dying soon as h+ll
desert eagle strapped just like a cannon he flying soon as h+ll
puttin belt to ass i caught that n+ggas crying soon as h+ll

putting belt to ass we spanking n+ggas like a teen mom
facing n+ggas beats turn that feat into my theme song
f+ck about a b+tch said i love you that was bean talk

package through f+ck sh+t
package through the mail i swear to god these n+ggas smoking boof
smack him with the bl!ck and shoot his ass and now he couldn’t p++p
tappin in n+ggas feel like luffy always in the loop

got a college b+tch tryna give me head like what that mind do?
in and out turn that b+tch around might break her spine too
in and out serving all these packs right through the drive thru
d+mn i can vouch this sh+t be thraxxin get you high too

roll another wood i’m high as f+ck floating through the roof
clear the room we got that kit we gone stick and move
trappin since a jit i had that pick going to the scoop
f+cked a nasty b+tch she bad as f+ck but she can’t tell the truth

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