| You thought you was slick, but you slippin'
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| Almost had me thinkin' you was different
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas
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| You thought you was slick, but you slippin', yeah, yeah
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| Almost had me thinkin' you was different, yeah, yeah
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas, yeah
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas
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| Out here wildin' with my niggas
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| Boy, you full of shit, I don’t have no time, just check my wrist
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| Yeah you lyin' on your dick, but it ain’t big enough for this
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| I just left the dealership, another anthem for the whip
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| Yeah, pull up in your driveway, break your window with a brick
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| You not tall enough, your bank account not long enough for this
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| Style is weak as fuck, your dick ain’t bomb enough, boy, you a bitch
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| Yeah, played the queen for a pawn bitch, yawn, nigga, you borin'
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| Your side bitch look up to me, now step aside, you corny, bye
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| You thought you was slick, but you slippin', yeah, yeah
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| Almost had me thinkin' you was different, yeah, yeah
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas (with my niggas)
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas (with my niggas)
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| You thought you was slick, but you slippin', yeah, yeah
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| Almost had me thinkin' you was different, yeah, yeah
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas, yeah
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas
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| Out here wildin' with my
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| You ran off with a jump off, find a bridge and go jump with her
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| Sam Jackson, you took an L, got no juice, that’s Pulp Fiction
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| I’ve been in my bag, I got LVs on my tags
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| Got your role models in my phone and they all wanna smash
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| Ever since I cut you off, my skin glowin' like Rihanna’s
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| I’ve been all about them commas, shoulda listened to my mama
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| Lookin' like I’m sellin' yay, pull up with that Donda
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| My new nigga bring me Prada, not that gossip or that drama
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| You thought you was slick, but you slippin', yeah, yeah
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| Almost had me thinkin' you was different, yeah, yeah
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas (with my niggas)
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas (with my niggas)
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| You thought you was slick, but you slippin', yeah, yeah
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| You was slippin'
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| Almost had me thinkin' you was different, yeah, yeah
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| Bum ass nigga
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas, yeah
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas
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| Out here wildin' with my niggas
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| You got these bitches thinkin' that they’re competition to me (but they ain’t)
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| So now’s the second-guessin' intuition I see (playin' games)
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| I gave you hella chances, I was trippin' (I was trippin')
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| Not a real one 'cause real niggas never fibbin' (never fibbin')
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| Bum ass nigga, don’t include me in your mentions (in your mentions)
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| Got some big plans, you no longer in that vision (no, you lame)
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| You need to take a good look at what you’re missin' (boy, you done)
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| Ever since I left your dumb ass I’ve been winnin' (bitch)
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| You thought you was slick, but you slippin', yeah, yeah
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| Almost had me thinkin' you was different, yeah, yeah
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas (with my niggas)
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas (with my niggas)
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| You thought you was slick, but you slippin', yeah, yeah
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| You was slippin'
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| Almost had me thinkin' you was different, yeah, yeah
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| Bum ass nigga
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas, yeah
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| Now I’m out here wildin' with my niggas
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| Out here wildin' with my niggas
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| Icy |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B.A.N., artist - Saweetie. Album song High Maintenance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп