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yung bans - yung xan lyrics

[intro: lil xan & yung bans]
mama really—
yeah, yeah, pew
mama really think i’m lazy
yeah, what? yeah, ah, yeah
brent rambo!
yeah, woah-ooh, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah yeah
b-tches always seem to hate me, ayy (woah, ooh)
mama really think i’m lazy, yeah (woah, ooh)
my b-tch she evil, she like satan
she got no— ha
yeah, ayy, yeah

[verse 1: lil xan]
b-tches always seem to hate me, yeah
mama really think i’m lazy, yeah
my b-tch evil, oh, she like satan, oh
ain’t got no manners, get a job
she sell p-ssy, she a shark
lambo jeep pink as roses and gelato
i f-cked her friend, she was bi ho
snow flakes falling in the night sky, ho
yeah, ho, that’s my bad, that’s my bad ho

[chorus: lil xan]
b-tches always seem to hate me, yeah
mama really think i’m lazy, yeah
b-tches always seem to hate me, yeah
mama really think i’m lazy, yeah

[verse: yung bans]
ayy, bans
b-tches always seem to hate me (huh, ay)
f-ck her once, she wanna have my baby (huh, yeah, ayy)
gold chains like the ’80s (huh)
i’m a street n-gga but they love me ’cause i’m wavy (huh, yeah, ayy)
smokin’ on some boof, huh, push up in a coupe (ayy)
some my n-ggas red, some my n-ggas bang blue (ayy, yeah)
p-ssy n-gga, who is you? (ayy)
i be countin’ up, a n-gga gotta get the loot
ridin’ with that glock 40, ain’t no deuce deuce (ayy)
choppa eat his body, bullets goin’ straight through (yeah)
p-ssy wet, she got that fluid (ayy, yeah)
this just how we do it (yeah)
and my mama say i’m lazy (yeah)
why she always throwin’ shade? (huh, huh)
is it because i’m gettin’ paid? (ayy)
i was down bad, f-cked up the other day

[chorus: lil xan]
b-tches always seem to hate me, yeah
mama really think i’m lazy, yeah
b-tches always seem to hate me, yeah
mama really think i’m lazy

[outro: lil xan]
yeah

- yung bans lyrics

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