superbowl Lil Bean & EBK Jaaybo
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[Intro: Lil Bean]
(Let the beat ride out, Ju)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
Denim Tear denim, not no Robin jeans
I done dropped a ten-ball on a diamond ring
I used to post up with my pops, I know a lot of fiends
I told that bitch, "I lie to you, don't you lie to me"
Too much fake jewelry got me frustrated
I can't listen to these niggas, I know they pump fakin'
I put my dick inside that bitch and make her cum crazy
Bro just FaceTimed another dub, he goin' dumb crazy
Yeah, we like to ride around in different trucks
Bro sayin', "Where the drank?" He only likе the Navy, seal it up
That bitch was like an еight, but then she wanted pay for bigger butt
The Drakey big as fuck, I use both hands to lift it up
They ask me how I ran it up, I made some smart decisions
Yeah, you can tell I went to Zenith, VVSs hittin'
Everywhere you see two-threes like I'm Scottie Pippen
She told me since I got some money, I started actin' different
[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Runnin' to that sack, run it up
I know the streets slime, so when I turn my back, it's covered up
I can shake back, so when I take a loss, I double up
I know real niggas, when they see me in traffic, throw it up
This a handgun, a switch up on the back, just gotta squeeze
New whip other day, my phone start it up, don't need a key
Can't compete yet, I swear these lil' boys in different leagues
This the Super Bowl, I'm feelin' like Mahomes, just got a ring
(Let the beat ride out, Ju)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
Denim Tear denim, not no Robin jeans
I done dropped a ten-ball on a diamond ring
I used to post up with my pops, I know a lot of fiends
I told that bitch, "I lie to you, don't you lie to me"
Too much fake jewelry got me frustrated
I can't listen to these niggas, I know they pump fakin'
I put my dick inside that bitch and make her cum crazy
Bro just FaceTimed another dub, he goin' dumb crazy
Yeah, we like to ride around in different trucks
Bro sayin', "Where the drank?" He only likе the Navy, seal it up
That bitch was like an еight, but then she wanted pay for bigger butt
The Drakey big as fuck, I use both hands to lift it up
They ask me how I ran it up, I made some smart decisions
Yeah, you can tell I went to Zenith, VVSs hittin'
Everywhere you see two-threes like I'm Scottie Pippen
She told me since I got some money, I started actin' different
[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Runnin' to that sack, run it up
I know the streets slime, so when I turn my back, it's covered up
I can shake back, so when I take a loss, I double up
I know real niggas, when they see me in traffic, throw it up
This a handgun, a switch up on the back, just gotta squeeze
New whip other day, my phone start it up, don't need a key
Can't compete yet, I swear these lil' boys in different leagues
This the Super Bowl, I'm feelin' like Mahomes, just got a ring
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