Lyrics Kehlani - Thouxanbanfauni

Kehlani

My bitch bad Kehlani
Yellow bone like Imani
Bitch your boyfriend don’t even try me
My shooter, my shooter, Jelani
I’m on my last pill
Plug out of town still
Locked in that stu' for real
Been up for days, that Xan' gon' heal
My bitches be fake friends
Fauni keep tabs on the kid
I don’t try to understand
They can’t even make sense of that shit
Spun out 'round the juice on my shirt, need a magic marker
AMGs to the Bimmer truck, black German armor
Chevy Camaro 2.0 liter, turbocharger
Four-cylinder engine, rev it up, rev it up, go a lil' harder
These niggas forgot who helped em' out when they was down bad
At least y’all show true colors, crusty, crusty crabs
Gangbanging niggas need to throw in the towel
Switching up, switching up flags
These broke ass niggas afraid to fight
Ruger sit on my lap
Chicago, Atlanta and Chatt'
mailing in vacuum bags
Forty-five for exotic
Tax fifteen 'cause you ain’t gon' find it
You ain’t even my partner
Got gang tailing your whip, finna rob you
Not impressed by no Jesus piece
Don’t get that, need to boss up
Folks come around, we hit in a gym
scheming, I seen your plot
Shawty too sleep, shawty a sheep
that’s worse than being a thot
If I’m scaring hoes with my thoughts, she better off being a bot
Shawty too sleep, she a sheep
that’s worse than being a nasty thot
Full speed ahead, GPS taking us to ascension
I pilot this spaceship on shrooms
Buckle up, we hitting another dimension
G Wagon, shock-absorbing
G 550, feel suspension
Whipping that brand new Bentayga Bentley
Coming in hot with fierce intention
Whipping that brand new Bentayga Bentley
Coming in hot with fierce intention
Coming in hot with fierce intention
Coming in hot with fierce intention
My bitch bad Kehlani
Yellow bone like Imani
Bitch your boyfriend don’t even try me
My shooter, my shooter, Jelani
I’m on my last pill
Plug out of town still
Locked in that stu' for real
Been up for days, that Xan' gon' heal
My bitches be fake friends
Fauni keep tabs on the kid
I don’t try to understand
They can’t even make sense of that shit
Spun out 'round the juice on my shirt, need a magic marker
AMGs to the Bimmer truck, black German armor