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Lyrics



Nasty C - Don't BAB ft Tellaman x Gemini Major Lyrics





chorus
Please don't call my phone I'm with the
Please don't call my phone I'm with the crew
You're fucking up my mood
Can't you find your nothing else to do
I'm wit the gang, on my gang shit
I'm wit the gang, on my gang shit
I'm wit the gang, on my gang shit
I'm wit the gang, on my gang shit

Don't be a bitch, don't be a bitch
Don't be a bitch, don't be a bitch
Said I will come over but I never did
'Cause you acting like a bitch
Don't be a bitch

verse 1
Right now I'm lit, ?
In my room yeah with the team
Ah ah, that means on the beat
Rapping what they want, out in Durbanville

I share a groupie with the clique
She gon put the boobies on the dick
Oh my yeah
I ain't picking up the phone for shit
She say how you don't get my texts
When I see you posting pics
Talking automatic whips
Your broad want some dick
She do automatic splits

I'm talking gymnastics yeah
I might take some pics yeah
I don't care if they're lit yeah
Shit is lit like big yeah
She hopping on my stick yeah

I got a thick bitch calling me daddy
I remix Molly with Xanny
Talking big shit and I'm relaxing
I'm getting to the money I'm an addict
I'm talking big big money, I'm established

I'll never let yeah
Girls got my back yeah
I ain't talking pets yeah
I hit it from the back

chorus

verse 2
Misbehaving with the gang
I got pockets full of bands
I got pot I got some dank
Bitch I thought you understand
I'm the man with the plan
You should make a reservation in advance
I'm connecting flights to France
One way ticket to your bed

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
With the gang gang gang gang gang gang
I won't take the knee
I got plans plans plans plans
Stick with me you'll be good good

DND, I'm up to something
Shoot up Air BNB, book for a month or something
I'm in here with the runners
We get to it, it's stunting
Our families gotta get something
They gotta be rubbing their tummies
I got no time for you, you're bugging

chorus




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