Banned From NO (remix) (feat. Nicki Minaj)
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Banned From NO (remix) (feat. Nicki Minaj) lyrics

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Carter VI Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer The propane lighter, money old like Biden I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her till she scream: Cut Woah now, one shot, knock his door down Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it Nothin' gettin' between me and and the team, not even a hyphen You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin' Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin' And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker Disclaimer, plenty paper, pla-play with somebody safer Bl-bl-black mask on, Darth Vader, send the money now, k-kill 'em later B-bitches know they can't outpace her, N-New York Nick, LA, Laker T-that's what you call a game changer, she don't like me, c-can you blame her? Can you blame her? I am the main her, word to the baby in the manger Swerve on these hoes, no indicator, cake for days, I don't need a baker O-o-one Barbiana, Vogue Italiana, t-the best dressed just shut down Met Galiana They won't go farther, hoes ain't got fathers, don't call me mother, you hoes ain't my daughters Mm, e-every season, Anna Wintour, ten-four, G-Gag City for the win tour We outside, smokin' indoor, bitch, is you deaf? I'm signin' at the in-store Jamaica, Queens bitch, you reap what you sow, you better get a seamstress When I dead 'em I don't double back, peace, bitch, say you pushin' P, okay, rest in p, bitch (brr) 'Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop, if I send a pic of Shannon, you ain't that Sharpe 'Cause you still can't spell Prague and that's horrible, Weezy F, Baby, and the F is for phenomenal Man, bitches already fadin' like a barber They know I don't decline so they never face card her French Vanilla Hazel Nut in my Starbucks NFL, fire some niggas and then call us Disclaimer, plenty paper, pla-play with some body safer Bl-bl-black mask on, Darth Vader, send the money now, k-kill 'em later B-bitches know they can't outpace her, N-New York Nick, LA, Laker T-that's what you call a game changer, she don't like me, c-can you blame her? Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper I'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer Propane lighter, money old like Biden I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her till she scream: Cut Fuck Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks, nigga I turned my sons to rich niggas I turned a one to six figures My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga

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