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Yung Bans: What movie you watchin'? Woman: Um, [?] on Netflix Yung Bans: What your ass talkin' all slow for? Woman: I'm tired Yung Bans: I miss you. You don't miss me back? Woman: I miss you too Yung Bans: I'm tryin'.... I'm tryna get my dick sucked... by you Woman hangs up Yung Bans: Why did you hang up on me? Woman: What do you want? Yung Bans: Like... why, why I can't even be straightforward? Like... like if I just wanna fuck I don't need to do all that cuddlin' shit Woman hangs up Laughter Yeah, yeah Yeah, Boat, Bans, Boat, Bans, Bans, yeah (yeah) Boat, Bans, Boat, Bans Ayy, diamonds dancin', all the light hit different colors Ayy, I just want a bust-down, I don't wanna cuddle Yeah, count a hundred thousand and I bet they love you (bitch) Ayy, all in her jaws like some Lays, Ruffles Ayy, .223s, Glocks, we don't do no scuffles They don't like how I rap, they say I be muffled Tell the bitch bring her friend, she was the missin' puzzle piece Letras de cancionesYeah, ayy, yeah Chain swang, gang, gang, woo, yeah, 1of1 the gang, it's the same thing, huh Ayy, yeah, skrrt off in that Range, huh Ayy, young ass nigga just doin' my thing Ayy, and her pussy pink just like Molly, huh Ridin' with the glizzy and it got mileage (mileage, huh) And my young niggas catchin' bodies (bodies) I just do the rap shit for a hobby Got these bitches booted off the Molly, doll Next week it's Adderall, I can't walk around in malls Put that X up in her hand, she lookin' like a KAWS doll I'm in L.A., you in L.A., I'm Kobe, you Chris Paul It's a difference, I'm gon' fuck her best friend I ain't got no piercings, my new bitch named Kiersten Chop with a dick, that shit sing like Charlie Wilson Yeah, all my niggas gon' get it, huh Baby don't talk, just listen Diamonds dancin', all the light hit different colors Ayy, I just want a bust-down, I don't wanna cuddle Yeah, count a hundred thousand and I bet they love you, ayy Yeah, count a hundred thousand and I bet they love you 200 on my neck (damn), I rep the diamond set Glacier Boyz, new Piguets, fuckin' up the rest Yeah, ayy, yeah, huh Ayy, yeah, ran off with your chick Huh, all the trap niggas gettin' blitzed From Letras Mania