[Lyrics] YBN Nahmir – Bows Lyrics

Ballin’ wit me to he got that stick wit’ him, ayy (that stick on him)Pull up, bitch, he got that stick on him (that .30, nigga)If a nigga tryna play then we gon’ get on him (gon’ get on him)Shh, nigga, we ain’t playin around (bitch)

Ayy, broadie sellin’ packs while he in the trap, ayyPosted wit’ my strap, I be in the backGot this .30 on my hip, please don’t try me, manNo, a nigga don’t give no fuck, I’m coming for them bands

Car crashed, had to change that ‘Rari for that LamboGet paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been onPacks comin’ in, you know my niggas finna get ’em goneBullets to his head, that nigga can’t think about his domePush up on him with that gat, that nigga movin’ wrongI do a hit straight with my niggas then I’m going homeBad bitches, she super thick I’m taking off her thongIt ain’t shit to spend no coins ’cause I got all the hoesIt ain’t shit to spend no coins ’cause I got all the hoesAin’t no need to going shopping, I got all the clothesThree bands just in my line, you said you need some bowsThree bands just in my line, you said you need some bows

Money comin’ in for them packs and now they goin’ outCan’t even smoke up in hotels but, bitch, we burnt it downI get to geekin’ off that liquor now it’s going downShe get to geekin’ off that drink and now she going downCan’t even smoke up in the sprinter, they gon’ kick me out (uh)I know this hoe, she got a man but she gon’ suck me now (uh)Bro hit a bank we saw them bands and then we took it outYou sellin’ booty or the coochie? What you really ’bout?I used to be smokin’ on duty now I got some loudShe say her man got him some racks so we gon’ take him down (ayy, ayy)

Bands comin’, in we copped the foreign now we getting outPacks comin’ in, we got em in an now you in a droughtWe double back, hit they block, and we spin againWe double back, hit they block, and we spin againWe double back, hit they block, and we spin againWhen I hop up out this car bet I kill your friend

Ayy, broadie sellin’ packs while he in the trap, ayyPosted wit’ my strap, I be in the backGot this .30 on my hip, please don’t try me, manNo, a nigga don’t give no fuck, I’m coming for them bands

Car crashed, had to change that ‘Rari for that LamboGet paid, you know your bitch know what a nigga been onPacks comin’ in, you know my niggas finna get ’em goneBullets to his head, that nigga can’t think about his domePush up on him with that gat, that nigga movin’ wrongI do a hit straight with my niggas then I’m going homeBad bitches, she super thick I’m taking off her thongIt ain’t shit to spend no coins ’cause I got all the hoesIt ain’t shit to spend no coins ’cause I got all the hoesAin’t no need to going shopping, I got all the clothesThree bands just in my line, you said you need some bowsThree bands just in my line, you said you need some bows

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