Ajay Izzany - Boa & Bins

(Yea)
(Huh)
(Aye yea uh huh)
(Aye yea uh yea)
(Huh huh uh yea)
(Huh woah woah)
Run my bands
Run up on my bitch she in my pants
Pay me for the fit its in advance
Gucci with that Louis in a trance
She said that she loving when she in
Met that bitch i put her up on that film
Run that check again and get a bin
Whats your B.o.a i run your bin
Keep that chop up close inside the tint
Put up in that box
Bitch im playing ball just like red sox
She said bae keep going please dont stop
I said baby i can never fraud (Yeah)
Damn pull up serve the boulevard
Niggas trapping scamming pulling cards
If i pull the jag its pull to start
Yeah i keep that real thats from the heart
Bitch i been so real thats from the start
All that pussy shit i dont apart
Bitch i smoke that dope even a cart
Bitch im a artist i draw my art (Hm)
Niggas say they real they really hard (Hm)
Niggas soft yea they really soft
Pussy boy they get salads tossed
I cannot criss cross bitch im on my floss
(Woah woah)
Bitch im taking off
(Woah woah)
Popping molotov
(Woah woah)
Big like Hasselhoff
(Yeah uh)
He got corona please dont cough
(Yeah yeah)
Bitch im bouta take it off
(Yeah yeah)
She said Ajay whats your flaws
(Yeah yeah)
Bitch i got that
Bitch i pop that
They gon lock that
Run my bands
Run up on my bitch she in my pants
Pay me for the fit its in advance
Gucci with that Louis in a trance
She said that she loving when she in
Met that bitch i put her up on that film
Run that check again and get a bin
What’s your B.o.a i run your bin
Keep that chop up close inside the tint

Written by:
Ajay bonthorne

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