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ybn nickybaandz - love letters lyrics

[intro]
ayy manny, where you been?
huh, brrrah, brrrah, brrrah
ayy we been gaining b-tches
slat b-tch n-ggas know who this one ayy
b-tch, brrrah, brrrah

[verse 1]
i heard these n-ggas want the smoke, so we gon’ give it to ‘em, let ‘en tote
wet yo -ss up like a boat and give his p-ssy -ss a pole
we super sick, f-cking with lil shawty yeah she super thick
we shootin sh-t, tell her hold this flob and give her super d-ck
lil 40, i’m on the road smoking dodie
that lil b-tch, she sucked me she didn’t even get to know me (i don’t know that b-tch)
this .24 up in this boot, i feel like kobe
popping since you know, bleed yb got a nosebleed
i’m on the ceiling and i’m going of a perc
that p-ssy talking ’till we put him in the dirt
these n-ggas frowning but lil’ nicky got a smirk
they say we tweaking till we put one on the surf’
ayy, i put a blade up on my heat
walking gucci slippers on my feet (gucci)
wet a p-ssy n-gga like a reef
lil shawty come to board on while this b-tch swallow my meat
i’m ignorant, richie sent the plate out, boy we intimate
i just f-cked a b-tch ’cause i told her -ss i’m different (b-tch i’m different)
i heard lil nicky he a problem
word on the street the opp n-ggas finna pop him (aw h-ll nah)
and i just popped another molly, while i’m pushing on a wally and no holes i’m talking bodies
no ordinary jhit ain’t really f-cking with n0body
f-ck those draco bullets spicy like some sushi with wasabi
that p-ssy tighter than a pinky ring n-gga
i own what a sling, keep a .5 with that flame
your brother came out missing, ain’t to blame
bout to get lit 20 bands up off a stain (20 bands)
two times thats forever
i text her say let’s f-ck my n-gga, that’s a love letter
lil baby want a man but b-tch a doggy love better
forget about your man lil b-tch i could f-ck better
aye aye yah
shoot shoot shoot (shoot shoot)
glockey hit a n-gga, ’cause he m-th-f-ckin foo’ (dat boy fu n-gga)
n-gga, wocky thats my drank (that that lean)
lil n-gga keep that b-tch because she m-th-f-ckin stank
i’m stupid, b-tch i’m on your -ss just like a cupid
this .40 make you m-th-f-ckin dream ain’t talkin lucid (ain’t no juice wrld)
dive up in that p-ssy get to pounding like a ape
grop a duece up in my fanta n-gga f-ck it drop a 8
glocky got a motherf-cking drum, n-gga
i do this sh-t for motherf-cking fun, n-gga
pop up out the cut and then we bang (pull triggers)
my steppa he be sliding off the cane (on a n-gga, aye aye)
i want givenchy on your cl-t, baby
love it when you suck up on my d-ck, baby
and if it really tottin’ on this d-ck, baby
i’m f-cking on a bestie and now that b-tch pay me (ooh, aye)
i’m on a percy (off a percy)
that choppa turn a p-ssy n-gga [?] to some turkey (hit his face, b-tch)
.30 to his back n-gga stephen curry jersey
a 100 f-cking shots oh my god that’s a birdie (that’s a jersey)
oh my god that’s a birdie (aye)
said oh my god that’s a birdie
nickybaandz that’s a birdie, n-gga
oh my god (aye)

- ybn nickybaandz lyrics

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