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তোর মা বেবো
এা করিং ছিনে
আমে ছোরো
কেয় না
পাশিযা না
পাশিযা না
এর
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Posianna, Posianna (yeah)
Oh my god, Neezy
I'm from the city of the champs
All we take home is W's
Same time your own best friend
Might be subbing you
If you ain't got no motion
Then these bitches ain't loving you
You ain't got ambition Damn,
I don't want you gone, do
Go get it, go get it
Stand up on your pivot
No fakes on my team
Keep a hitter, Scottie Pippen
You ain't got no chicken
That you don't eat
Playing games with your time
Damn, I can smell defeat
Left my city, came back
Brady
Bitches hot taking shots, never graze me
You just mad cause you broke and you lazy
Talking down on another bitch never paid me
Cause as a real bloodclaat
Bad gyal at heart
Dutty gyal vex
True me take it to the top
Slide pon the beat, make a girl heart stop (dem dead)
Before they use to laugh
Now them affy watch
Top down in a we own lane
Sport Mode in a we own lane
Top down we a de chill
Sport Mode in a we own lane
Sport Mode in a we own lane
Everybody go up
When we coming
Fastest in the world
Yeah, how we run it
Sports championships
How we won it
All we do is take home wins from it
Forcing wins
Cause I been through them losses
Stacked it up
Now I'm riding Benzes and Porsches
This stash money got me feeling like I'm Rich Porter
Quarter, she like the way I whip it out the water
When it come to first place, that's us
We in the front
I'm a Birdman, that's big time